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Feb 2016
people call you "strong" just so they can use you as a shoulder to cry on, they expect you to never break, to be strong for THEM

and that is a special kind of evil; they expect you to give up pieces of yourself to build them up when they're crumbling

as if you are destined to be a monument to human fragility; they are baffled when you turn cold and dark as a pile of stone

but your true destiny is that of a volcano; lying dormant, cold and lifeless for millennia - a day will come when you release all you are

all your ever was and all you ever will be; they will write poems and songs about the day you revealed your strength to be your weakness

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY
YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

like thunder you roar YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

you drown out all their moaning and sniffles and brush them off your shoulder for good; "but you are so cold" they will say,

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

you, you made me this way
tlhago
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tlhago  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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   Cecil Miller
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