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It had always been like this whenever he cried. He would
always just bite his bottom lip in frustration until they bled. His tears would
just silently fall, forming tear tracks across his cheeks. He would close his
eyes so tightly that his forehead formed wrinkles with his eyebrows. He would
clutch the hem of his shirt all the time until his knuckles turned white.
He would never make a sound.
But sometimes, a choke of sob escapes. Because the pain is
sometimes too much.
And he is only human.
That choke of sob is but an escaped feeling... One amongst
many of the feelings that were being bottled up in his shell.
And he is only human.
And he is only human.

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