Family

Family.
That’s what we’ve grown to be.
From once not knowing each other’s names,
To all being able to take the blame.

The past 3 years,
We’ve grown to become who we are,
From the people that surround us.
Our friends, our family.

Evolved from just a class of a student’s,
To a class full of friends.
Knowing each and everyone’s names,
To only soon call them by your own.

As close as can be,
From the people that we choose to see.
Grown and shaped into a family
From the years that we’ve known.

Learning from one another,
Taking in each other’s knowledge and words,
To be able to create our own,
To be able to not be alone.

As we take the time to look back,
We remember the beginnings.
Before our time as one,
Before our time together had begun.

We remember our past words.
Our foolishness to one another.
All washed away as we grew to what we are now.
A family.

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