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Dec 2018
My family and I ,we self built the house we live in.
We put so much effort on building the walls that keep us protected now.
Spending days and days to make everything fit together like a solid piece that could never break.
Four humans of this big big world
each of them with his own broken soul
Trying so hard to make a grounded foundation
Hoping that building walls would help us build a happy family
But broken people can't build happy families.
And as days pass I see these walls standing high as the people inside crumble to pieces destroying eachother.
When the word "home" looses meaning.
Cherry
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Cherry  22/F
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