Entering Prison
As the man enters the jail, his belongings are searched and he watches just watches as photos of his mom, sister and of his new born son are being discarded. With every picture thrown away he begins to realize where he is, with every picture gone he begins to realize what he has done, and with ever picture lost he begins to realize all hope of humanity he once had is now void. He now realizes freedom is a byproduct of the mind which everyone takes for granted; but he to also knows that everyone is locked in a cell. There are just two differences, one you can see and feel, the other where you believe you are free but are locked inside the frame of what society perceives you as, and wants you to do. He would rather choose the cell then to be lied to.
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