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Believe
I used to believe family was built
by shared blood and shared walls.
Then life introduced me to people
who sat at the same table
yet starved each other of softness.
And people with no relation to me at all
who loved me like losing me
would wound them too.
That is when I understood-
family is not
who you are born beside.
It is who protects the light in you
when the world tries to darken it.
It is the voice
that notices your silence
before your breakdown.
The hand that reaches for your pain
without making you
feel ashamed of it.
