Poem. Family.
We don't pick our family
But they can arrive in the form of friends.
We don't live together
But we stand together
In the good and hard times
Love we do but in a different way
Sometimes we understand without words
We expect nothing from each other but the admiration is there
Also there is no judgement
In my friend.
Posted Feb 7, 2026, 11:08 PM UTC
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