"...And heaven forbid, they see you cry..."
I held back my tears and I held back my sobs.
Nothing they said should have broken down my walls. Though the bricks were weathered and worn, they were as strong as they had ever been. Extra guards had even been stationed to monitor the area.
Their words still broke through.
And since my walls were blown to pieces, I told myself not to show any weakness. I ordered my soldiers to continue fighting. To fight until they could no more.
No one can see me cry. My demons would taunt me more, and with greater ammunition. My ghouls would break me down and keep new troops from fighting. I wouldn't survive.
And they would leave me. They would become another one of my enemies and they would use my tears against me.
Cause that's what they do. They do it on purpose to see when I'll break.
And when I broke, they couldn't see me cry.
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