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Janet...thank you. I have really nothing else I could ever begin to say, but thank you.
So many masks to dive behind--
Another game of hide-go-seek,
Pasted to hide the bullet proof fears,
And the salt stains on rough-worn cheeks.
So many ways to pass the time,
A way to keep playing the game of pretend,
A voice too loud, a smirk to dark,
Another way to wait till the end.
So many ways to ignore the clock,
Between too much, too little, we're torn,
Another way to pass the hiatus,
Death takes after we're born.
So many hearts to break in our days,
Somehow plastered with superglue dreams,
And angry words pour out in place,
Of our deadly, dry tears.
So many words to scream in our place,
Of our dry, deadly tears.
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