Old friends.

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We used to be really close.
It's not because we fought, that we grew apart.
It's because I stayed where we were, where all the memories formed,
While you moved away, only texts and calls were the way to communicate.
I sit up at night, thinking about the memories we shared, the drama we laughed at, the girls we gossiped about.
And I miss you. Still.
I know it's been a while.
But do you miss me too?

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