Some days really hurt.
My head really hurts. (My head always hurts.) My neck hurts where it's trying to hold my head up. My hands hurt. Whether I'm using them or not. My eyes hurt. My skin hurts. My brain hurts.
But most of all my heart hurts. My heart hurts because, no matter what, when my head hits the pillow at night, this is all still real.
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