Hating each others guts one second, and being the best of friends the next. A world of memories of growing up together, sticking by each other thru the many dramas of girls, enemies, distance and distractions. Some bound by blood, some by shared moralities, some by sheer circumstance. We are family. We have fueds. We have reunions. We speak a unique language... sometimes spoken without words. Whether seperated by a difference of opinion, or a couple continents and an entire fuckin ocean... we are never seperated at our hearts. Family can grow apart. Family can lose touch. Family can fall out. But Family can never deny its roots. My blood is the Memories. My blood is my Edge. And its the same blood that runs thru us all...
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Mom came home from rehab 4 years ago and has been cean ever since.Left my ass hole dad and is becomming a nurse.
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Hating each others guts one second, and being the best of friends the next.
A world of memories of growing up together, sticking by each other thru the many dramas of girls, enemies, distance and distractions.
Some bound by blood, some by shared moralities, some by sheer circumstance.
We are family. We have fueds. We have reunions. We speak a unique language... sometimes spoken without words.
Whether seperated by a difference of opinion, or a couple continents and an entire fuckin ocean... we are never seperated at our hearts.
Family can grow apart. Family can lose touch. Family can fall out. But Family can never deny its roots.
My blood is the Memories. My blood is my Edge. And its the same blood that runs thru us all...
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