Once again, it feels like people have moved on, grown up, ran off too fast again.
This time, I'm left behind, sitting on the ground, gazing (longingly, perhaps?) back at life's byways and highways.
Maybe if I look back now, I'll see all the wrong turns I've taken, all the right roads I've gone on, all the friends I've made, all those I've forgotten and neglected.
I'm searching for them,
but I don't think anyone's searching for me.
Anybody missed or lost a little piece called Fynn?
Please call.
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