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| The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.) | The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.) | The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.) | |||
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And you may ask yourself, "How do I work this?"
I have so little to say to this diary anymore. What did I ever really have to say? I go back over the entries and wonder why I ever took the time to write so much when I knew that it was going nowhere. What has been happening? I am finishing my degree. I am reading a Massinger play. I just finished eating a piece of pumpkin pie with bananas and Cool Whip on it. I am drinking Crystal Light. I am waiting for Max to come home. I am wondering if I am going to make it.
More lies:
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