Not a lot of people know what it feels like, do they? To be angry--in your bones. I mean, they understand, your foster parents, everybody understands. For awhile. But then they want the angry little kid to do something he knows he can't do: move on. So after awhile they stop understanding, they send the angry kid to a boy's home. I figured it out too late, you gotta learn to hide the anger, practice smiling in a mirror. It's like putting on a mask.
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