Prison Bricks

I remember when I was a kid everything seemed so simple. Life was so simple. And then I grew up and life suddenly became so hard. It’s like when you’re surrounded by troubles from all side. And it just doesn’t stop.

It’s when people don’t understand and you feel like you just can’t explain it. Cause some people think you can make your own luck but sometimes you just can’t help it.And it feels like you’re inside prison bricks.

That’s what its like when you’re going through hardships in your life. It’s like living on a battlefield. It’s when doing the right thing is the hardest . And when doing the right thing matters the most.

Daily post prompt: Brick

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