Stone.

Stone.

My heart is stone.

My home.

Is my mind alone…

I retreat, to come inside of you.

I need you to soften my stone.

It has been an extremly hard road.

Through fire I have rode.

My heart is hard as stone, and feels like it will explode. Soften me.

As I tell you about myself. As I return back to find my high self…

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