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  • This is my home. Like any other home that we pass by.
    But do you know exactly what you're ignoring when you just walk, drive, pass houses?
    Someone probably received bad news, Someone probably received the best news.
    Someone probably is crying for help, Someone is probably trying to deal with problems themselves.
    Oh but we won't ever know,
    because the place we all call home,
    is a place we all Hide our emotions, and our problems.

    We build buildings to disguise our identity.
    We build buildings to separate ourselves to Hide from society.
    And you want to call yourself my neighbor?
    The more people there are, the more security we tend to get for our home.
    Isn't that a shame, that we hide from others, instead of making them our friends?

    Because we don't build friendships, We build homes.
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