Cello

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I sit and stare

The face that haunts my hurt

It haunts everything I feel

Telling me

You should feel ashamed

Your problems aren't big enough

Look at you, you sad, stupid girl

Crying for no reason

But then

The words in the air are different

I'm your friend

You can trust me

I would never insult you

But

You're so close

And so far

I just want your warmth

It makes me happy

But you're different than me

You're a violin

And I'm a cello

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