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No, the muscle will repair itself regardless.
Though sleep isn't directly related to hypertrophy or strength gains, you can indirectly relate it by looking at it like this: You don't sleep as much as you need to, you get mentally burnt out easier. It becomes a psychological battle. Your immune system eventually weakens. You get irritable. Eventually you miss a workout or perform poorly due to lack of concentration. You lose drive and effort. Your workouts suffer more and more until you finally are back-peddling. Then your lack of sleep causes you to miss key signs of an obvious affair going on between your best friend and wife while you were watching the kids while she went out for a "cup of coffee" in which the coffee was said friend's junk and the 'cup of' clearly meant 'mouthful of', until one day your neighbor reveals your ignorance and you have no choice but to go on a brutal rampage, slaughtering innocent children and lesbians, winding up with no custody of your precious offspring, losing respect of people and lesbians (who are clearly a different species) everywhere, and sitting in jail waiting for the next guy to come and serve you up some cream of beef stew, all the while losing even more sleep.
It's a vicious cycle.
(Note, the above was a display of a lack of sleep on my part. Don't be me.)
Though sleep isn't directly related to hypertrophy or strength gains, you can indirectly relate it by looking at it like this: You don't sleep as much as you need to, you get mentally burnt out easier. It becomes a psychological battle. Your immune system eventually weakens. You get irritable. Eventually you miss a workout or perform poorly due to lack of concentration. You lose drive and effort. Your workouts suffer more and more until you finally are back-peddling. Then your lack of sleep causes you to miss key signs of an obvious affair going on between your best friend and wife while you were watching the kids while she went out for a "cup of coffee" in which the coffee was said friend's junk and the 'cup of' clearly meant 'mouthful of', until one day your neighbor reveals your ignorance and you have no choice but to go on a brutal rampage, slaughtering innocent children and lesbians, winding up with no custody of your precious offspring, losing respect of people and lesbians (who are clearly a different species) everywhere, and sitting in jail waiting for the next guy to come and serve you up some cream of beef stew, all the while losing even more sleep.
It's a vicious cycle.
(Note, the above was a display of a lack of sleep on my part. Don't be me.)