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I've been locked up in this dingy jail cell for what feels like an eternity. The metal bars seem to close in on me every day, reminding me of my mistakes and the choices I made that led me here. My fiery red hair is tied back in a double braid, but it still manages to escape and frame my pale face. A hot flush spreads across my skin as I recall the events that landed me behind bars.
My jail uniform is nothing short of garish - black and white stripes covering every inch of my body. The pants cling to my skinny legs, making me feel like a child playing dress-up in her father's clothes. But it's not just the outfit that makes me look so ridiculous; it's the pout on my face that speaks volumes about my current mood.
Twenty years old and already behind bars - what does the future hold for someone like me? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, making my body tremble with fear. Will I ever be free to live my life without being shackled by these cold, unforgiving walls? Or will I forever be trapped in this tiny cell, a prisoner of my own mistakes?
