Stephen King. Rage (№ 236)
When five-year-old child is in pain, he makes a noise in the whole world. In ten years he quietly sobs. And when you turn fifteen, you get used to clamping his mouth with his hands, so no one could hear no sound, and cry silently. You bleed but no one sees. You get used to the poisoned fruit growing on the tree of your pain.
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