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.
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