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Pain
The words stab him.
He stands there, trying not to listen, but he has no choice.
He stares ahead, trying to ignore the jeering crowd.
Nowhere to run...nowhere to hide.
He forces back the tears.
He refuses to show the bastards a weaknes they can feed on.
So he says nothing...unable to speak...unable to move.
Listening to the insults that torment him to no end.
Holding back tears that speak louder than words.
