When you’re five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain.[…]. You begin to cram your fists into your mouth to stifle the screams. You bleed on the inside.

Rage, Richard Bachman, 1977

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