We are kin,

I’m not a twin,

I am a triplet,

That is a sure bet.

I might not look alike,

And they might not bike,

But we are one in the same,

Built form the same frame.

I might not have the last name,

And might have came,

A day lame,

This does not bring me shame,

Because we are the same.

His name is Ivan,

And his is Byron,

I be Sean,

We don’t come from the same mom.

I met them in third,

I thought them to be a turd.

We became friends in fourth,

Soon it became thought we knew each other since birth.

We’ve been in are share of scuffles,

At point it has been able to muffle,

The feeling of brotherhood,

But it always came back louder just like it should.

I feel at one,

With them,

This has helped a ton,

Especially when it got worse with him.

I can go there on a whim,

It has been a sanctuary from him.

When around By & Vy,

I become less shy,

Because we have the tie.

They will always be my,

Brothers.

I will love them like no others.

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