It's not his now graying hair, or in the shaking hands he tries to hide. It behind his eyes, hidden within the words or meaningless conversations. I hear it over and over, and though he speaks softly and slow, it seems to ring through my ears as a scream of pain, a cry for help, a howl for something to finaly be true.
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