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I’m bored... With each passing day... My own challenges are too easy... For I have already... Achieved them... Yet my dreams... Remain allusive... For I do not know... What my dreams are... But they are not this... They are not just an escape... They are not just a vision... They are more... Yet I am a simple man... With allusions of grander things... That I achieved is never enough... For there is always something better... But for now... I know... There is something missing... There is a void... And nothing logical... So far... Has filled it... And it is probably love... And that is true... Then I will be searching forever... For I am not looking for that... For I am too logical... And am searching for something... A little more long term... Yet I am willing to give... My love away... As I have done before.

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Date: 1/2/2019 12:08:00 AM
Steve, I often reach this point, and this is when I know my soul is needing something new - a class, a dance, a hobby, a person, a new friend, something. and so I sign up, bob around, and entertain myself in crazy ways until I settle down and am happy. I wish the best for you.
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