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9:44 A.M. - Saturday, Jun. 30, 2007 Homer (800 BC - 700 BC), The Iliad I haven't a clue how I feel. I'm tired and move along in auto pilot. There is this massive conglomeration of thoughts all tangled up inside me. I feel everything but nothing; I feel love for life but despise all things in the same breath. I feel lonely but don't want to be bothered. So much to do in a place my heart does not connect. I feel lost and lonely in a place so far away from laughter I once felt within my soul. I want to fly, fly far away from here. Sandyz
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