Life moves on every day, and people get left behind.
Sometimes it stings when you discover that you were willfully left behind. So you stand up and brush off the dirt, let the callus around you grow just that little bit tougher, and you walk on with the people who turn, and wait for you, and call your name.
Sometimes it stings when you discover that you were willfully left behind. So you stand up and brush off the dirt, let the callus around you grow just that little bit tougher, and you walk on with the people who turn, and wait for you, and call your name.
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