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April 11, 2005
The clock lately seems to have taken form of my enemy, a relentless competition that I no sooner will win at any time, I know this yet still I am forced to struggle and fight against it until all of the energy is exhumed from my body replaced with a feeling of complete and utter exhaust where by nightfall I am once again hopelessly defeated. I am at a loss for direction and purpose that would even provide me with reason that my struggles and desire to win this never ending competition with time would be nothing more than wasted.