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October 2008 
translation: i am not made of stone
Posted on Feb 29th, 2008
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Marisa
Marisa
it's the only thing i can do
to show the strong expression, the wooden face
the eyes that can't see bad things
the lips that only permit words of hope
the waterproof skin that doesn't tolerate tears
it's what i can do
when Life is determined to get worse
when the money runs out
when the friends are distant
when everthing is dark
i need to do more,
but what more can i do?
i don't have the solutions
i don't have the answers
i don't have the magic wand.
nobody
nobody can do what i need done
i can only depend on my self.
but when i look at it,
i see nothing. i see false things, false hope,
lies that i tell myself.
i see the facade begin to crumble,
and a single tear escapes through the crack
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when the problems are too immense
the pain and anxiety too great
the great plug of emotion must go
we detach, feel less, walk with the wooden face
we search for the answers inside
imploring, begging, asking for it
but does it come? does it come?
the wooden face can only bear so long:
a single solitary tear