Family?Home?
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They say that you can't choose your family. That statement is wrong. Genes and inheritance, yes, but never family.
Home is a shelter for the least to say. Inaccurate. Home exists beyond physics. You just need to find it.
This came to me in one night, and I just have to put it down, or I would lost my mind.
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Home : the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.Complete
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