Clementine always was the sad one
Standing there, hair a mess, the buttons of her shirt undone
They wondered what had happened
They wondered where she'd been
But Clementine never said a word to them
They watched her, waiting for her to crack
She'd smile sweetly, comb her hair, and run when they'd turn their backs
They never asked her questions
She never left a hint
But when they watched her, they often saw her flinch
Clementine smiled when they showed concern
She accepted their help, and let them care, but in return
She ran when they asked questions
She ran when they followed
She'd come back like before, but in her eyes a glow.
And so they wondered.
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