If I were a hedgehog, would you still hug me?

I am just a hedgehog, a humble hedgehog. I am a hedgehog, full of thorns. I just want to protect myself from harm. I am a hedgehog, I long for warmth and expect hugs. But every time I open my arms, it hurts to meet me. I am a hedgehog, stubborn, but not proud. I am just a hedgehog. I don't have a thorn. I am a hedgehog. I believe that love is pure. I pulled out my thorn and turned to no way back to hide my sadness. I am a hedgehog, curled up in this corner, crying alone. I'm just a hedgehog, a wounded hedgehog. I have a fragile and sensitive heart. I hide behind my thorn, looking at all the people who want to get close to me, carefully protecting myself and resisting others. I am eager to be cared for, but I am also afraid of being hurt. I'm afraid of loneliness, but I like being alone. I am always not free and easy enough, which makes me bitter and tired to others. I always envy watching others and always get along well with people around me. I really want to talk to someone, but I keep everything in my heart. Sometimes, heartache is often greater than all pain, which I can't stand, so I still choose to be a hedgehog, which is a relief for you and me. I am a hedgehog, and I can live well alone, at least I won't feel heartbroken. I'm just a hedgehog, hiding a hedgehog. I know I don't know how to snuggle up, and I don't want to ask for your comfort. I have realized that love is a burden, and I have to face my wounds. I am a hedgehog. I pulled out all the thorns just because I wanted to be close to you. But when I don't have a thorn, I can only look at you from a distance. You are still so far away from me. Blood drops down, I use my thorn and my blood, but I can't get your heart back. It's really painful and numb. I am a hedgehog, will you still hug me? When I approached you covered in scars, you wrapped your pericardium, but you couldn't touch it. I keep trying, even if my hands are scarred, I can't shake the slightest. I am a hedgehog, and I don't have your love anymore, because I know that you will be stabbed and hurt by me, and my heart will hurt. Perhaps, leaving you is my loss, but at least I won't hurt you. It's like stabbing yourself, stabbing hard. This is a terrible pain. So, I'd rather go back to Me Before You. Let me continue to be a hedgehog, a hedgehog full of thorns.