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You spend hours building your home.

 Layering brick by brick. 

Watering and cutting the grass.

Painting each wall.

Filling your space with things that make you you. 

Just for all of it to get destroyed faster than you can blink.

 

All those hours down the drain.

Wind blows so hard pieces of brink start scattering around.

Patches of grass missing and drying out.

Walls damaged and left unfinished.

Your little space, left empty as if it was abandoned. 

As if all your work was never there. Your little home that you worked so hard to build.

Gone…