A Smile, a Frown and All the Others
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Xiao Yan |
Mary |
Lisa |
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Is there anything such as a normal face? |
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I believe I once have a normal face |
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I believe so too… |
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Is a normal face when a face has no smile, no frown, and
no innocence? |
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Is a normal face when I feel normal, when everything is
all right, when I don’t have any worries? |
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When I have neither love nor happiness? |
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Maybe… |
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Maybe! (:o) Why? |
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I don’t’ know anything such as a normal feeling, a normal
look… |
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[You never know… |
You never know… |
You never know…] |
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How do a smile appear, appear on my face? |
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On your face, how about mine… |
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Isn’t a smile when your mouth becomes a grin…? |
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When my dimples appear and my sides of my mouth curve… |
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When the normal face disappears, disappear when something
that matter and something good happen… |
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Like when I get an EC for my report card? |
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Like when my mom gave me a surprise present? |
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Like when I find a best friend? |
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Maybe… |
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Maybe! (:o) Why? |
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There are many things in life that even if a bad thing
happens; it can make you smile… |
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[You never know… |
You never know… |
You never know…] |
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Last night, I looked at myself in the mirror… |
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What do you see? |
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Do you see a smile or do you see normal… |
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I don’t see a smile nor a plain face, I see something that
I feel in my heart, that I see in my eyes |
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Do you feel a hard, heavy object weighing on your chest? |
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Do you feel a kind of sadness? |
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Yeah, on my face I see sadness in my eyes… |
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Why do you have sadness? You have everything you want… |
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No I don’t. I can’t manipulate life. |
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What do you mean you don’t control your life, you’re
living … |
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[You never know… |
You never know… |
You never know…] |
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I’m living, but I can’t bring the dead back to life…or the
living into my heart |
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I miss my ‘jewel’… |
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I miss my grandpa… |
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I miss ________ |
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You know what I miss the most? I miss how I was once a
baby… |
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I know right, a baby don’t have any worries… |
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[You never know… |
You never know… |
You never know…] |
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What’s it like being angry? |
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It’s not much different from being sad, you feel like
you’re gonna cry… |
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You shake, unable to control yourself … |
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You break out and tears begin to form… |
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Big drops, one by one, falling from your puppy dog eyes… |
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Past your nose, you mouth, falling onto your lap leaving a
wet blob spot. |
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But… you don’t always cry when you get angry… |
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Although I suffer, sometimes suffering from lack of
attention… |
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Suffering from the burning sensation in my heart … |
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My body trembles… |
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My eyes… |
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Our eyes… |
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Met and the show of anger, hatred and solemn |
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Show and you glare |
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At the ones who smirk and act cruel |
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Even when they know that one is mad at them… |
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Trying to soften you with their smile, their grin… |
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That isn’t really worth anything… |
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Are we really feeling angry? |
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I don’t know… |
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I feel happy … (J ) |
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I feel angry … ( L ) |
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Maybe all the others… |
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[You never know… |
You never know… |
You never know…] |