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You can't make homes out of humans my life's not a fire to keep you warm, my arms aren't walls to protect you, from your own internal storm, my heart is not a light switch, for you to turn on when you please i can't carry i'm the weight of your regret. Because im buckling at the knees my legs are a solid foundation but they aren't yours on which to build. The holy in my heart can fit both of us, but you cannot decide now they filled you can't make homes out of humans, i won't let you in just because you have knocked and if you keep using my heart as your doormat the next time you'll find that it's locked.