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Feb 2020
This last Sunday I learned.
A lesson so long it has taken.
That some family don't stop with your first awaking.

Some family is earned.

Some family you ain't born with.
Some family more than an obligation.
Some family you gain with commitment, with dedication.

It don't matter the blood, time, name or location.
When this family been years in the making.
True this what I say, for the process be painstaking.

We've bonded with one another.
Bound by the love for the other,
The good, the bad,
The pain, the smiles we share 'em.
No matter our destination.
To a curious little girl I met near 3 years ago. You mean more to me than you would ever know.

- M
The Tinkerer
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The Tinkerer  24/M/New Zealand
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