Who showed up.
Who listened.
Who chose you when it mattered.
And this time, no one could move my name card.
Because it wasn’t paper anymore.
It was my life.
THE END!
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Who showed up.
Who listened.
Who chose you when it mattered.
And this time, no one could move my name card.
Because it wasn’t paper anymore.
It was my life.
THE END!
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