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SASHA’S POV***

It was strange how quickly life in prison became normal. You'd think it would always feel foreign, cold, and hard, but it doesn't. I guessed that's what we humans do in a new environment, especially one that wasn't as welcoming as the prison. We adapt, we improvise and we overcome.

When I first came in, I couldn't stop thinking about how I was going to escape. Many plans had been in my head the whole time even though I knew the chances of that happening was one in a billion. I was in a maximum security penitentiary and the place swarmed with guards who were constantly watching, excluding the walls that were too high. It wasn't until after a couple of weeks that I finally began to accept what was of me.

I stopped noticing the green walks, the heavy iron doors, the guards watching you like hawks. You adjust. You adapt. I've adapted. At first, I hated it. I fought it. Cried myself to sleep every night. But over time, something changed. Now, I've even found my place here.