You could drag me in the dirt
& I'd still be there.
You could treat me like a speck of dust,
But I'd still braid your hair.
I read somewhere that this is
friendship,
To me it seems like a load of bullshit.
But I don't know,
I miss your voice,
But I don't want to be the second choice.
I miss your smile,
But I want you to call first
Every once in a while.
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