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Sitting here, thinking,
musing, wondering to myself, if I should suddenly vanish or slowly fade away, how nice it would be if someone noticed that I was no longer there. If I left this place, wouldn't it be nice if every little while or so, in a time of quiet reflection or maybe in the afterglow of a very good day, someone smiled, thinking about me and wondered how I was doing, and wished, if only for that moment, I was still there.
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