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. Every clang of the gate, a cruel echo of promises forgotten. The world outside hummed with a life I could only envy, a taunting reminder of what could have been. I stare out at the barren sky, a mirror to my own despair. My path feels like a bro

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