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<title>All my writings A blog of my shit, all the poems i write etc. don&#039;t like em, deal with it, do you think i care?</title>
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<description>That&#039;s the world from my perspective - .</description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 14:45:22 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>I really do love you</title>
<description>  I Love  your eyes 
  I love  your smile 
  I love  your innocence 
  I love  how you speak the truth 
  I love  it how you introduce me to people as your girlfriend 
  I love  how you loved me, even before we kissed 
  I love  how you know what&#039;s running through my mind, without me saying a word 
  I love  how you trust me enough to tell me your deepest secrets 
  I love &amp;nbsp; how you can still act like a little kid with me 
  I love&amp;nbsp; how you laugh when i do dumb blonde things 
  I love  how you see the fire in me and know that it&#039;s in you too 
  I love  how even when i stumble over my words, you still know what i want to say 
  I love  how you get jealous when i talk about other guys 
  I love  how you don&#039;t care that i have freckles 
  I love  how you respect my choices even though they may be dumb 
  I love  how you don&#039;t care what school i go to or what clothes i wear 
  I love  it when you boast about all the dangerous stuff you&#039;ve done just to impress me 
 &amp;nbsp; 
  I love...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2006 14:45:22 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Depression</title>
<description> Deptression takes over your soul.. 
 It leaves u empty, Consequences succumb 
 Like This... 
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 You Become numb to the pain, all that&#039;s left, is to cut the pain away </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2005 12:38:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Untitled</title>
<description>as the blood drips through my soul, my mind is suffocating, screaming out from the darkness, pleading cries of sorrow, why her and not me.</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 13:31:00 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Untitled</title>
<description> these are some random things i wrote when i was trying to think of msn names, lol.  
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     How can I hate you but love you so much that I would give away the rest of my life to be with you for just one day? How come you can’t be mine and you see every girl but me?     
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    I cry 4 da times we spent 2getha all in da past now no lookin bak movin 4wrd even tho my hrts stil stuk in da past wit u and im stuck here without you    
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     i feel like sum1 has taken a knife and torn my insides out &amp;nbsp;  and left me alive to feel the pain       
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     I&#039;m alone and afraid of whats hiding in this darkness, unable to see past the blanket of darkness covering the night sky while i&#039;m trying to reach out to you. And the pain is blocking my vision     
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     u made me cry, u said u were happy, but yet u left me here all alone, and no where left 2 go but bak 2 u     
     &amp;nbsp;     
   if you loved me...</description>
<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 12:10:54 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> omg random random random 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 i saw this girl with a bright blue smile, she made me laugh she made me cry, she knocked me over with those eyes, and friends forever we will be! </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:00:10 +0200</pubDate>
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<description>  Holding onto a dream that won&#039;t come true. Holding onto a heart turning blue. Draining the life from your soul. Suffocating. Blood seeping. Darkness surrounding. Running from the pain. Lifeless embodiment  </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 13:52:25 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>The light is suffocating</title>
<description> The light is suffocating. Desperate darkness awakens. Deep suffocation. Black death taking hold. Uncontrollable numbness </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 11:00:55 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>The only thing left</title>
<description>The only thing left is to cut the pain away.</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:58:48 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>No longer able to see</title>
<description>Stay by my side. Let me be. I&#039;ll be whoever you want me to be. i love you for u. Do u love me for me? The deeper i fall. The harder to see, through this storm of depression and darkness. No tunnel to the light. No elevator or stairwell to get away from this mess. I&#039;m 1 foot under, trying to stay up. Don&#039;t let me fall 5 more feet. Don&#039;t let me go. I need you. I&#039;m holding onto the hope. Holding onto this blade, hanging by a rope. No longer able to see through this dark cloud hanging above my head.</description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:58:01 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> I can&#039;t handle this life anymore i want to DIE. 
 &amp;nbsp; 
 My love will never be worth anything to you. </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:52:42 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> IM SICK OF THIS LIFE. LET ME BE. LET ME GO. LET ME DIE! </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:50:05 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>W00t go little sis. LMAO</title>
<description>    My little sister is really random, she was watching center stage and she made this poem for every letter in the alphabet.    
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    American    
    Ballet    
    Company    
    Dick    
    Eating    
    Fuckers    
    Go    
    Hump    
    It    
    Jemima    
    Kisses    
    Little    
    Mugs    
    Never    
    Over    
    Pump    
    Quiet    
    Reasons    
    Sex    
    Tutor    
    Use    
    Very    
    Wet    
    Xandy’s    
    Yellow     Zebra </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:49:35 +0200</pubDate>
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<description>    Something random kat wrote in my diary.    
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    Life in general gets you down    
    &amp;nbsp;     I would have to agree with that. </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:48:59 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>untitled</title>
<description>    Some random things Cassie wrote in my diary. Luv ya Cass!    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    If I could change I would, take back the pain, I would. Retrace every move I made, I would. If I could stand up and take the blame, I would. If I could take all my shame to the grave, I would.    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    It’s easier to run. Replacing this pain with something numb. It’s so much easier to go than face all this pain, here all alone.    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    Night consumes light    
    And all I dread    
    It doesn’t matter if your choking    
    When your already dead    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    Clutching my cure. I tightly lock the door and try to catch my breath again. I hurt much more than anytime before. I have no options left anymore.    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    The past is gone. Now is all there is. But sometimes I think of letting go and never looking back and never moving forward so there would never be a past.    
    &amp;nbsp;      I luv cass, she is my best friend in the whole world.  </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:48:21 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> Sometimes it’s easier to hide from the pain. It’s easier to run. Sometimes pain is better than pleasure. Better than turning back for the worst. Better than killing yourself </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:46:44 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight. But the size of the fight in the dog. </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:45:51 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> Don’t play me boy, CAUSE REVENGE IS SWEET!!!! </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:45:21 +0200</pubDate>
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<description>    This is a cute little poem my friend brogan wrote in my notebook.    
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    I shave my legs    
    I sit down to pee    
    I can justify any shopping spree    
    Don’t go to the barber, but a beauty salon    
    I can get a massage without a hard-on    
    Flowers are ok, but jewellery is best    
    Look at my face, not at my chest    
    Call me a girl, babe or a chick    
  I am a woman get it you DICK!  </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:44:17 +0200</pubDate>
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<description>    Here is a really random song I wrote when I was being an idiot. Sitting in math’s class while the teacher was chucking a psyche at me.    
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    Awaiting my fate. Eating a piece of cake. I’m not poor. But very unsure.    
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    Didn’t do the task, but who care’s it’s the past. Go kiss your mumma’s ass. Your such a tight arse.    
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    And I don’t care or give a fuck you ain’t gunna stop me. I’ll do what I CARE. Even dance around in my underwear. My life is mine, only I hold the key and I’m gunna be what I wanna be. YOU CAN’T STOP ME!    
    &amp;nbsp;    
    &amp;nbsp;     Haha good times. Lmao </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:43:27 +0200</pubDate>
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<description> I’m drowning in my own blood. </description>
<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 10:42:53 +0200</pubDate>
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