Because

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 Them: Who are we to you? 


Jonnie is smart, beautiful and kind. Jonnies is ambitious, courageous and curious. Jonnie is wild and free. Safe and guarded. Scared. But still brave. Jonnie is my sister. And she's amazing. 


Saylor is beautiful, passionate and free. Saylor is reliant and guarded. Saylor is softspoken and loud laughter. Saylor is comforting and strong. Saylor is beautiful and bright. Saylor is my sister. And she's unbelievably the best addition we could have asked for. 


Bridget is tall, mindful, beautiful and slightly less graceful. Bridget is outspoken and brave. With courage like hers, what's there to be scared of. Bridget is young and has the mostest amount of potential. Bridget is my sister. And she's magical. 


Tyler is a half mystery. Tyler feels more than he likes to admit. Tyler is strong. Tyler is loved. Tyler is a mystery I want to solve. Because Tyler is my brother. And he is unforgettable.  


Tim is hard headed and passionate. Tim is kind and soft. Tim takes care of people he loves. Tim is fun and wild and free. Tim is a hell of lot more that he likes to think himself. But still, with an unbelievable amount of potential in his fingertips. What great things he would do. Because Tim is my brother. And he is my best friend. 


Thomas is sweet. Like candy. Thomas is like drinking hot cocoa on cool fall evening in front of fireplace. Thomas is soft and inviting. Thomas is playful and strong. So strong. Thomas is smart and interesting. Thomas is courageous and is the bestest to talk to when you want a hug. Thomas is my brother. And he's so resilient. 


If you dont agree then your wrong. Because Them are mine. When everything else is gone, I'm holding onto them. 

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