The other one, the one they call Amber neglects my guilty pleasures, secretly wanting to indulge. She wears the pants, not trusting me in a skirt. Using her hands to work out my thoughts, "keep the junkie away from the junk". I fall behind, behind her long hair...... she doesn't even notice. Amber and I don't see eye to eye, yet dream the same dreams, wasting away in a singular thought. In my voice she replies " be careful not to say the moments I portray". Knowing since she is I and I will do it just to spite her.
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