im trying 2 throw a rock through a window that u used 2 climb thru sometimes sometimes in the summer before shrill voices told u to COOL IT n take the stairs, u were sad to be so UNDERNEATH it all and u were good and full of good i promise, u threw a rock at me one time in a rainstorm and i was like WHATEVER MAKE ME BLEED but u were built out of rocks n i didnt want 2 be responsible for u losing some of what u were so i changed my mind n put up a fuss until u came n cradled my hands instead with the very rock u once tossed left in ur hands and ur rockfilled hands engulfed mine like they had done b4, countless times before!