I have no life . . . I'm not reading my Bible; I'm not studying 1 Peter; I'm not listening to the series I ordered from New Heights. I work, and work is my life. But I'm tired. Exhausted, actually. I go to work, then I come home and crash.
I don't want to think about my personal life, so I occupy my mind with work.
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