"She went to the window seat and sat there, sniffling, hating them all, and herself most of all. It was all her fault, everything bad that had happened...
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always be alone in smiling pain.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in ...
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