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my grip on reality
is usually about as strong
as a newborn's grasp
on your little finger
small and fragile
but still tangible,
only a few short breaths
from letting go
and realizing that
the world is brand new
and strange
and dark

even a human
several seconds into society
can see what a foreboding place
they've just arrived in
so excuse me for being jaded
but i learned it in infancy

they cry out for comfort
in their first glimpse of life
calling for some kind of release
for people to rest their head upon
for a family
to raise them into the light
and protect them
from all of the horrors
that they might face in the years to come

and in years to come
a family that they've chosen
because blood
never really meant too much
and neither did water

but sharing shots
with people who you can kiss for hours
who will hold you at your lowest point
regardless of what you've done
or think you might have done
that's about having your heart
not your birth
choose who gets to hang their portrait
in your soul
and make a resting place there
for memories of fun,
of the bad times when you're needed,
and of love
so much more than family
the people who i'm renting my soul to
are my squad