A life coach just told me what's wrong
Did I wonder how you felt uneasy
The difficulty of you and me
And what's in between
If there is at all
Why you
Hide
Your head
In the sand the
Moment I call in
Anticipation of a cuddle
What you needed was a huddle
Was I obtuse because you're a recluse
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