When stacked I build your home I'm baked but not eaten You dread your phone becoming me

I am taken before I am given. I exist only when measured, yet measuring me changes me. I can be saved, wasted, killed, and stolen, but I cannot be touched or seen. What am I?

It can be active, or absent. It can be nurturing, yet neglectful. It can have long legs, or be found in a lake. Everyone has one yet not everyone has one.

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In a red gown with white stripes, it twirls, A wintry breath that refreshes worlds. A cool dance upon your tongue it swirls, From festive tales where joy unfurls.