Cry into my arms, hover over me tonight
Spit in my face, push me, make me fight
Hold me down, press me full of vinegar
Unsettle my soul or feed me your ginger
I cannot, do not, will not budge
I quietly sit, I reflect, I judge
I need to be provoked without a choice
You're a rock, my pedestal I find my voice
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