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Of course people will forget thee. You will be left out. The last man chosen on team. You aren't a part of them. You'll never be. You don't speak their language. You don't eat what they eat. You can't connect at all; That's how being out of place feels.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
Out of Place
Of course people will forget thee. You will be left out. The last man chosen on team. You aren't a part of them. You'll never be. You don't speak their language. You don't eat what they eat. You can't connect at all; That's how being out of place feels.
Growth happens only at the end of one's comfort zone.
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
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