I'm carrying a stone with thornsEven though my heart is all wornKnowing deep, if I'm carrying it onMy sun would never be shoneBut when will I rememberHappiness was never once be foundWhenever I hold it tenderWhen will I put it downIt could be hard, it could be easyJust laying it downThe thing that makes my life gets messyShould be buried under the ground...Sunday 2.12 p.m., July 21, 2012
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