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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.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
When family breaks you first!
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.
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Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
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