belonging to a circle of a tight knitted  family 

is only as hard as words go

someone is always there for someone else

or so it seems

sometimes this sense of belonging is as exclusive as can be 

exclusive because there is always an odd ball in the group 

the group whom you think is better off without you 

without you they seem to get things right and done 

you see them happy and with less problems 

but you come to realize that even if you weren't part of such a beautiful thing 

nothing would be the same

there is peace and problems 

laughter and tears 

because you're there and part of their world

because you make a difference that you did not think you make.



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