I waited for the tears,
but it appears that I am numb.
Once you have been slapped in the face so many times,
you don't even feel it anymore.
The numbness doesn't even provide a tingle.
I now have a face of stone.
Hard, and weathered from frequent storms.
If you don't recognize me,
it's because I am just a statue in the garden.
The ivy may take me over, but at least I am still standing.
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