In our lives, everyone of us draws a circle.
Inside it are your people,
the people you fight for, the ones you protect, no matter what.
As you get older, your circle gets smaller and smaller.
People grow up, or they don't.
They fall by the wayside or just drift off, one day at a time.
But those who stay, through thick and thin, and everything in between...
those are the ones you want in the fox hole,
when the walls come tumbling down...
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