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Obsidian
Sometimes I need a rock
Held tightly in my hands
Something that will not break
Beneath the world’s demands
To fling away in anger
As I attempt to hit the sky
Sometimes I need a rock
When I really want to cry.
Sometimes I need a rock
To shelter when I hide
One that will hold me up
When I would have rather died
To adjust my perspective
By changing my world view
Sometimes I need a rock
So I’m thankful that its you.
