What is your moyo like?

~Poem~

Sometimes my moyo is made of stone.
So no one can touch it au feel it beating,
au even break it.
I like it when I can't feel pain au hurt au emotions.
I feel happy with a moyo made of stone.

Sometimes my moyo is made of glass.
And it becomes easy to break,
and it is most of the time cracked and broken.
And if wewe touch it, it could shatter into a million pieces.
I don't like it when my moyo is made of glass.

Sometimes my moyo is cold.
When it's cold know can touch au wants to,
It becomes every closed and shut away from the world.
I don't like au hate it when my moyo is made of stone.

Sometimes my moyo is hot.
It's angry and mad and when wewe touch it,
It burns.
No one likes me when my moyo is hot.
And I don't like me nether.

Sometime my moyo is made of,
Stone au glass,
au it's cold au hot,
but in the end there all me and if wewe can't handle that,
Then your not the one for me.

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So what is your moyo like? Is it cold and dark au hot and untouchable? Is it stone au glass au something more?