I hate crying; I really do. It leaves me feeling drained and tired, and if it's later at night, my nose is always really stopped for a while the next morning.
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson

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