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I have been sitting here for nearly 30 minutes, listening to depressing music and thinking about Maile.  She is in all my thoughts.  If she doesn’t believe I love her, she ought to see me now.

I feel a great weariness of the soul.  For me, there is no peace.  I feel the beginnings of a poem…

I feel a great weariness of the soul,
For me there is no peace,

Well, fine then.  I guess I’ll write THAT later…  Life sucks…