STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold iron bars pressed against my skin, a stark reminder of the lost dreams that lay just beyond. This clang of the gate, a agonizing echo of promises abandoned. The world outside hummed with a life I could only witness, a taunting constantly of prison what could have been. I stare out at the bleak sky, a mirror to my own hopelessness. My journ

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