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My stone-self

Today I celebrate my stone-self.

The hardness and brashness of who I can be.

I don't care about you, so don't you dare to care about me.

In a few thousand years you might break me.

Or you could smash me to pieces, I guess.

But why bother? Just leave me all stone-cold. Please, just leave me be.

I have been pounded and grounded and smoothed by the sea.

My heart holds my secrets for perpertuity.

I don't need you, don't need anyone. Please. Just let me be.

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