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It had been a simple crime: theft. 
Just a few pieces of bread, to keep my family from starving. 
But that was all it took to get yourself thrown in jail those days. 
I was thrown into prison, and my family starved. 

That's all I remember...
Now, all I have is simple;

A cell, composed of four barely glowing walls.

A slot for food 

A hole for waste.

And a door that never opens.Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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