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I love my friends. But when they're at each other's throats I can't sink back into the shadows. I don't allow myself to.
When they scratch each other I sometimes get caught in the crossfire. And I hide my wounds from them.
I don't want to encourage each side. But I have to, because I love them. And a friend is supposed to stay by their Friend's side. Right? And I stay by both of their sides encouraging them Thereby prolonging the civil war.
I'm too involved in the war But I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I think they know that too. But what are they supposed to do? Stab me?
I keep a low profile so they can't. But Love makes you do crazy things. |