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"He sits himself down, leaning against the rails, and wraps his arms around his knees pulled up into his chest. He wishes he could vent this tension building between his eyes, choking his throat. But the tears haven't flown in years. His bottled emotions are like an 82-ton anchor shackled to his feet, mooring him to his island of darkness. Not that letting them out helped him any the last time he tried it."

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Date: Feb 8 2017 9:09 AM