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A life in shackles
In a cell, I'm trapped, a prisoner of pain,
Hope dwindling, despair a constant refrain.
The stench is putrid, the air thick with decay,
My stomach churns, my soul in disarray.
Rodents share my space, a loathsome sight,
Insipid water,...
Hope dwindling, despair a constant refrain.
The stench is putrid, the air thick with decay,
My stomach churns, my soul in disarray.
Rodents share my space, a loathsome sight,
Insipid water,...
