He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always — George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
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He cries behind his wall, I think, and no one knows, not even he. And no one will ever know, and in the end he’ll always be alone in smiling pain.

— George R.R. Martin, A Song for Lya
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