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The Family of Leeches

Found your pod.

Formed the bonds.

Put together the chosen family,

Counted on to pick you up.

The inner circle,

Held close and trusted.


Maybe there were problems,

Childish behavior

Chalked up to the time together,

However, growth stops.

Time stands still with

What's familiar.

First, because of the era of

Friendship has seemingly

Always existed,

Unknowing of what's going on.


Insulated in comfortable

They've buried themselves

Into your life.

No longer a circle of support,

But forcible attachments.

A group meant to lift higher and higher

Is baggage weighing you down.


Once there were shoulders

Raising up achievements and accomplishments.

No longer can be counted on.

Now, burrowed inside

Anchors weighing you down.

Tied to you

Hoping to come along for the ride.


Leeches serve no benefit,

Drain your life force.

Siphon,

Absorbing

What isn't their own.

Wanting to be ignored,

Hidden underneath

Attached for what they cannot

Provide for themselves.


No longer willful sharing,

Remaining the same.

Stagnant.

Time stands still.

Before...nostalgic,

Comforting,

Progress stopped.

Evolution is natural,

Moving to bigger and better.


Those that care

Will celebrate.

Leeches want to be along,

Tasting something

Unknown,

Unable to find

While scared of change and

Growth you'll find.


Best kind will

Help,

Be part of

Expansion of your city.

Wrong kind will

Tear down,

Trying to keep

Everyone on the same level.


Don't be tied down by the

'Bonds' of

Family and friends

Expecting a ledger to be

Paid.

True family

Expect nothing and

Want you to reach new heights.

Cut loose

Leeches.

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