Prisoners by Chad Bustin
They live a life of grief. Things we take for granted they cherish as if it were gold. Items we may find useless bring happiness to their hearts. They live a life of suffering. They have done no wrong yet they live as if they were somehow lesser then us although in many ways we are lesser than they. Most will never escape their invisible prison. For they are the prisoners of circumstance.
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