The missing friend

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I wonder sometimes if someone out there regrets losing me as much as I wish they were a phone call away. Friends come and go like petals on a flower,  falling off sooner than you can blink. I hope someone pines for my friendship and opinions. I need someone to miss my playful jokes, because otherwise it's just me missing them and I feel like that is how life intended it to be.  I will always be the missing friend.

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