STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold iron bars pressed against my cheek, a stark reminder of the broken dreams that lay just beyond. Each clang of the gate, a agonizing echo of promises ignored. The world outside buzzed with a life I could only glimpse, a taunting prison ever-present of what was once mine. I stare out at the gray sky, a mirror to my own hopelessness. My futur

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