Holding one of the friends
I regularly hang out with
High up, and the other down low.
They haven't met the latter,
And the former has secrets they don't know.
Their judgement annoys me,
And it's partly my fault.
I've said too much about the latter,
And purposely kept stuff about the former.
Not so they'd gather opinions,
But simply so I'd get advice
About my fighting friends.
And now it's come to bite me,
Where I'm stuck in this place,
Where I like them both,
And I don't want to hear their opinions.
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