Uncle
When i was born
Officially i'm an uncle
Didn't went to school, but the first day i had to learn
Floating until i had to pop out that bubble
growing up wasn't even awful
your nieces and nephews tease you, wouldn't please you
yet around their age, i was their role model
in the middle of their stress. situations, and worries
i'll do my best to receive the message from an SOS in a bottle
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