He wanted to spill it all out. But couldn’t. He couldn’t form the words. They seemed to have stuck somewhere on his tongue, struggling to escape yet kept back by some force. Oh how he wished to break his shell and how he craved to be normal again!
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At times, she wonders how people manage to keep their feelings all bottled-up. Just the other day, that guy was mourning. Today he’s far better. Healed, apparently. She stands there, still, in the midst of a busy pavement; awestruck by this sudden thought. Later she realizes, she’s one of them.