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in the darkness he shudders. the cold wind crawls over his body and makes all the hair on his body stand on end. He tries to move around to keep some warmth, but its hopeless, it escapes him. He sits on his concrete floor and thinks about what brought him here. The desicions, the choices, what led him on such a path to end up here, inprisioned and alone. All he has as company is the regret of a life that he could of had. He wishes for changes, but wishing don't change much, at least it won't put food in his hungry stomach or release the shackles from his cold hands.