My friends gave you compliments
So did I until
I realised that should be my hand in yours
Fingerless gloves on blue fingers
Hats keeping our thoughts private
My scarf keeping your soul a secret in your throat
"Don't ever need me"
"I think it's too late"
"We don't work"
We aren't real people
We could be scared
Scared and young and inexperienced
Or we've figured it all out
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