This place is becoming like a jail cell. I have the essentials to survive, all in a reasonably sized box. I go out for the occasional meal times and maybe on good days, I get outdoor time. But most of the time, I'm bound to this place. Even worse, I'm bound to this desk.
I'm probably in the worst kind of prison cell, because I have been shackled. Shackled not by heavy metal chains, but by heavy responsibilities of studies. They are binding me, binding every bit of my mind. Even when I pretend that I am free, I'm not. Even when I think that I deserve the day off, I don't. They might give me some room to breathe, some room to wander, but at the end of the day, they're still here.
On rare moments I might feel free, but until I finish my sentence, I will never be free. These shackles, they continue to bind me.
"Inspiration" from two days of Criminal Law revision...
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