I watched the water in your veins turn to nitroglycerin when they pushed you in the mud and tore your perfect little dress. Darling, I know. I watched your blood turn to lava as you began to burn from the inside out when they said you couldn't do anything with your life. I watched you pull the knife from your pocket and whisper your apologies. Sweetheart, I know how you feel. But there's no reason to feel that way when there are friends close by, looking after you.
Angels.
Dreamers.
Lovers.
Strangers.
Us, you, them, me.
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