It Hurts

My mind is distant.
It hurts.

For seven hours Saturday, I experienced what I believe to be- strange, if nothing else.
Extreme confidence, no fear, ambition, whilst I am usually a very mellow, (though still happy), person.
Never ambitious.
Never with no fear.
This lasted until nine at night, and to still now it confuses me.

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