Family
Before the light shone on my new face,
My family was already around me,
The first born child, I am the newest roots to my lineage.
Who runs through my veins,
Who I unconditionally love,
Who I can always forgive for hurt they've caused.
My family is not perfect,
My family is divided,
But no matter, I am Connected to My Family.
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