Petrified

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I need my family, friends, community, I need to live in a happy home, ‘Though I might seem hard and cold, I am not made of stone. For when I am mixing with others, I’m in my, so-called, happy zone, ‘Though my own company is okay, I am not made of stone. I am very much alive you’ll find And made of flesh and bone, And not immune to loneliness, I am not made of stone. My biggest, biggest fear is Of ending my final years all alone, This thought petrifies me for - I am not made of stone.

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