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Youth falls in the night

A poem about family... help was given. Doesn't mean it's not true. It might not be.

I came to life from two unknown trees, Roots tangled deep in mystery’s seas. Yet arms reached out, so strong, so kind, To plant me anew, a love redesigned.

A patchwork quilt, a story untold, Warmed by hands both gentle and bold. Not born of blood, but of choice divine, This woven bond became my lifeline.

Through skies I soar, with wings to mend, Guided by love that will not bend. Adopted not just into a name, But into a family where hearts inflame.

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