The heart represents how hateful, cold and callous I was. The prison buildings represent what it took for me to change. This mean changing the way I think, which starts the process of maturity.
The cloud and rain represent the chaos and craziness as well as the violence I was taught to believe that my old life was normal.
The sun is the light at the end of the tunnel.
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