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Damn it.

I can't sleep.

And there's nowhere to cry.

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I have no words. Really, I don't.

But I'm exhausted.

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This is going to sound overly dramatic and stupid, but I don't think I've ever cried this hard in my entire life, not even when Grandma died.

That's quite something, I have to say.

My eyes feel, to quote Chris Baty, like desiccated cashews.