not me
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Here you are again
So sweatly clinging to those stairs again
but you just might
swear that you
have got something
to prove.
my stone, my stone
oh my cold stone heart
why are you callaous and set apart?
my black, my black
oh my shriveled black heart?
why when I need you, do you depart?
my hard, my hard
I have a mirror.
It’s broken
The girl I see in the mirror is not me.
I am young
I am beautiful.
