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My dearest friend, I miss you oh so very much. Sometimes I see you in the nights dreams. Although I wake up and know you will not be there. How could I, or we let this friendship go? I really dont get this. It feels as just one day you slipped away. Like a strip of grass would fly away in a tornado. I do not know how this happend.

Im not sure if it was my fault or ours, maybe even yours. All I could say is if i were anywhere near the band of grass i would have grasped it and held it tight in the palm of my hand. Oh my dearest friend why wont you come back?




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