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I cry a lot. That's what I've noticed. When I see someone cry, even though I'm not really sure why they are crying, the tears appear and they just come out. Like a waterfall that was once stopped.

But even though these tears fall, I am strong. I still fight back. I may look weak and cowardly, even though sometimes I am. But I will not back down. These tears are just the feelings held back by the looks of the society.

Whatever you see when you look at me, and whatever you hear when I speak, is merely a glimpse of what is inside.