𖣔 PHASE III 𖣔

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Family is the name given,
To the people who matter most.
The group that you can trust in,
The people who you can boast.

Family can be blood,
They can be from flesh and bone.
They can make your heart thud,
Or turn it to solid stone.

Sometimes family is found,
The friends who will see you.
To them you become closer bound,
Chosen by what you go through.

This girl had none,
She had naught but her name.
All alone she was Anon,
But then that family came.

They became her flesh and held her hand,
They raised her to who she would be.
Together they win and together they stand,
Together they make her family tree.

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