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Music is always my answer. Not necessarily finding a solution, but simply finding someone else to cry with. I suggest Hank Williams in your case.
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep?
When leaves begin to die
Like me he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome I could cry
For me, it's a great relief to know that someone else feels the same way, no matter how impossible that may seem at first.
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