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NOSTALGIA home warpes as one grows all that is left is the ruin of a house with broken windows and none of the rooms are the same and it's not a home anymore, it's nothing but a place one remembers from ones dreams where all the details are off a sick and ironic joke of a "home" to those that don't have one anymore still some will use all their resources to keep the house as it is and to fight those that come knocking on their door giving out new homes for free and they will be so busy with this that they neglect to examine their home and they won't notice the leak in the ceiling and the pool around their bed, the black mold in the stairs and the moss on the windowsill and they will not rest until the memory that they have of their "home" is totally secured only then will they notice they are standing in a forest and the house is gone