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Everything about Baekhyun is an overreaction. His mood moves up and down, more turbulent than the most violently terrible storm. He goes to sleep happy and wakes up angry. He stick bolts in his ears and puts on a lot of black eyeliner and blasts grunge rock and hopes he goes deaf and imagines himself in an endless row of glass vases. He picks up the vases, one by one, and throws them, crashes them, breaks them as hard as he can and screams as he releases. Tinkle tinkle tinkle as the glass shatters and cuts his feet from where he stands. Pressure rises through his chest and lingers behind his eyes. He cries angry tears and frustrated tears and hopeless tears and wishes he wasn't such a coward so he could just end it all. His tears have smeared his makeup so that black trails run runny under his eyes. His hands come away from his face wet and black. His ragged black shirt is starting to rip even more than it already has. He looks at the broken vases on the ground and the forever stretching rows of unbroken vases around him and the savagely shameful pressure is dissipating so that he only feels an unbearable sadness in its place that is even worse simply because it is nothing. An endless ocean surrounds him and he closes his eyes and lets himself sink slowly beneath the silent waves and hopes he never wakes up again...

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