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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PoetryA new chapter in my life. Gaining confidence, moving forward and laughing when times get tough.
