Family

I suppose I live with my family
My mother and my father
And there are wonderful
But family is not just your
Ancestors and descendants
Family is those you love
And would do anything for
And experience joy
And pain with and they
Were there for you and
You were there for them
Always although that's
Not what the dictionary
Says that's what I say so
Take it or leave it
I'm heading to my real
Home-away-from-house
For a while I'm going to see
My true family.
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elise.writer

VT

16 years old

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