10-11-94

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Words Ringing True Tonight, I write about Peter, the best friend that I have ever had. I do not mean this lightly or in play, I can connect with him better than I can anyone. Peter though is a genius on every subject in the whole world except computers and other technical extremities. The fault

10-10-94

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Today seems like the first day of fall. The sky is cloudy, with no blue, just shades of gray. When awaking in the morning, the air is chilly with low humidity and it does not get hot at all in the afternoon. Bachuas is barking at something in the back of the house. He finally

8-8-92

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I write this to you Harem1, but for no one’s sake but mine. I will apologize for nothing that I have done except not being able to love you freely and you I. I do love you and will have you in my mind at the last second of my death. Just make sure that

6-9-92

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Not much is happening today, I went to work and then went to see the movie Patriot Games. What is this existence that it seems our lives are in need of more action that we go see movies to fill our boring lives? I waited for Harem1 to call again; I suppose she has left

6-8-92

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Today I went canoeing again and stopped at a swing on the river in what looked like a relativity shallow area. As always, I am crazy/stupid enough and am the first to find out. I jumped on the swing and ended up busting my ass-ets, it seems I get a bit crazier each passing week

5-28-92

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Why do they say that we go from one extreme to another? It must be a thing within the norm. There is nothing more tragic in this life as the loss of a love or not having love returned. There is no true meaning that I can find in this life, we are put here

5-19-92

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This week she, Harem1, left with her husband on a trip to Disney Land. She did not say good-bye but did insinuate it a week before. My life will never be complete without her, and yet in the same instance I am scared to be with her because of the fear that I may not

12-08-91

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This is the week of finals, my first year at a major university. I don’t feel like doing any of the needed work, especially the programming that is due tomorrow. My roommate, Ja, and I went to Perk and ate dinner with my old professor and some more friends from junior college. After we went

12-2-1991

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Since my last writing my car has broken down on the way back from Thanksgiving holidays at my aunt’s house. The whole family was there, my mother, sisters, stepfather, grandmother and grandfather, so on and so on. It was all right but not one of my best times and if I had not gone, my

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FEAR 11-27-91 Past midnight and father time continues to tick, a never-ending process that will last forever. Where have the hopes and dreams of man gone? Why must we hide our subconscious feelings for it is what makes us who we really are and not the superficial puppet the world would have us to be?