I sit in a cell for 8 hours a day. No window with temperatures ranging from freezing to as hot as sitting in a kiln. All day I am barraged by psychological abuse from other inmates since I am not allowed to speak my mind freely for fear of being taken out. Daily I am forced to use my creativity at speeds and workloads unheard of from other creative prisons from my past. There is no escape because the halls and grounds are continually monitered by the prison camp guards who walk around with sheer spite and can make men twice their size turn into babbling, trembling children. Many of the inmates crave to be like the guards and will sell you out just to get a little closer to the upper hierarchy. You have to constantly watch your back and actions to not raise any suspiscion that you are actually human.
Many tell me I am lucky to be in this prison and I do have a family so that is what has kept me alive all these years.
Yard is for one hour at 1pm
Many tell me I am lucky to be in this prison and I do have a family so that is what has kept me alive all these years.
Yard is for one hour at 1pm
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