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I don't even know what to say now. Really, I don't. Maybe I will later today or tomorrow. But now, I try to write and it feels like Groundhog Day. I could literally cut and paste everything I said the last two weeks about Michael Brown and just substitute Garner's name for Brown's, Staten Island for Ferguson, and Daniel Pantaleo for Darren Wilson. Same thoughts, same feelings, same connections, and same motherfucking outrage and outrage fatigue at all this motherfucking sameness.

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Maybe I'll have more to say later today or tomorrow. But, I doubt that. Because there's really nothing else to say.

Damon Young is the editor-in-chief of VSB, a columnist for GQ.com, and the author of What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Blacker (Ecco/HarperCollins)

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I'm soo tired. The only solace I have right now is I work in an office full of Black people so I don't have to mask my emotions.