STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold metal bars pressed against my face, a stark reminder of the broken dreams that lay just beyond. Each clang of the gate, a prison cruel echo of promises ignored. The world outside buzzed with a life I could only envy, a taunting constantly of what could have been. I stare out at the barren sky, a mirror to my own hopelessness. My journey fe

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