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Me

When you cry so much, your tears start to mean nothing. There is a certain sadness—a weary emptiness—to them, something that wasn’t there before. Before, they had been full of broken promises, failed attempts, and heart-shattering revelations. They made sense when you cried and they understood you when you tried. When you cry all the time now—when singular teardrops start to cascade in ceaseless rivulets, running down your cheekbones—you begin to feel numb to yourself and to everyone else. You’ve cried so much that it doesn’t make sense anymore. Scientifically, these tears should make you feel whole again—they should make you feel more at peace with yourself. But when you cry all the time, you start to wonder if your feelings were ever valid to begin with.

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