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My life is split in twoNot one half better than the other But it’s easier to understand now,I couldn’t when I was younger.


At my dad’s I stare into the ceiling Imagination running wild Wondering what it would be like To be a ordinary child


I see other kids running aroundWith two parents to play catchTwo parents in loveTwo parents that match


I know that I’m not the only oneWho is in this particular situation There are many other kidsWho can understand the isolation


There are many joyful parts thoughOne good that outweighs the otherIs the new family I got Especially my baby brother


With innocent eyes like caramelAnd a heart of gold His funny personality Is a sight to behold


Although there are some difficultiesI can confidently say That my family is perfectIn our own way