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Like a little girl building sandcastles by the sea,
She constructed a home, a refuge for her soul to be.
But like a child who had four walls, yet never felt at peace,
She yearned for somebody to share it with, to bring her that peace
Perhaps home was never just a physical space,
But a sense of belonging, and loving place.
She waited for someone to come and make her feel complete,
And when they did, her heart finally found its retreat.
But in her quest for comfort, she forgot the past,
How her childhood home was a place she longed to escape at last.
And like the waves that wash upon the shore,
Her dreams were swept away, leaving her with nothing more.
Yet, in the destruction of her carefully built nest,
She found a strange sense of freedom, a feeling of being at rest.
For maybe, just maybe, she was never meant to stay,
And in the impermanence of life, she finally felt at home, at last.
