When you didn’t have much growing up you appreciate what you have. I remember my parents working hard. Us kids worked hard alongside them. I remember not having. It’s not that we were unhappy. It was just life.
That’s why it hurts so much. Hurts to see my younger siblings not appreciate. Hurts to see the destruction they have done. Hurts to see what you have worked for just gone. Without a thought. Without any regards.
I’m not materialistic. My Nannie always said to love people more than things. The things I’ve worked for, my parents have worked for are being destroyed by thoughtless, selfish beings.
Keep Hurting... 
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