Tears...

I hurt and cry just like anybody else... 

 But, I can not bring myself to tears... I silently cry inside...

 I don't want to let anybody look at me in my moment of weakness... for I am the bastion of strength of the people who hold me dear to their hearts... 

As my tears fall within, my heart hardens...

 Maturity... a fragile one will bleed easily... a thick coat will render it indifferent...

 Sometimes, we just need to let our tears out. Even if our hurts pile up over time... our hearts should still have a room to breathe...

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