STEEL BARS AND BROKEN DREAMS

Steel Bars and Broken Dreams

The cold iron bars pressed against my skin, a stark reminder of the broken dreams that lay just beyond. Every clang of the gate, a bitter echo of promises forgotten. The world outside hummed with a life I could prison only glimpse, a taunting ever-present of what was once mine. I stare out at the bleak sky, a mirror to my own emptiness. My path fee

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