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  <title>only me</title>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2004 06:46:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>scottie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every breath that i take, i think of you.&lt;br /&gt;for every smile on my face, i fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;you are part of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;without you nothing would make sense.&lt;br /&gt;without you my world would crumble.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i fall more in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2004 17:42:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2003 18:06:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i am unable to commit to things that are to better my life. such as school. i can&apos;t do it. i&apos;m scared to death to do things on my own, fearing that i may have to be independent. i have yet to be independent, because as silly as it sounds, i was raised to be dependent on those around me. odd hunh? well, that&apos;s the way it&apos;s been since i was little. my mother told me that for as long as i was around, someone would take care of me. and i guess i&apos;ve just let that happen. i&apos;ve never taken the initiave(SP!?!??) to make myself independent. so here i am, supposed to leave for this meeting in a few minutes, and i&apos;m so scared i&apos;m considering popping pills so i can&apos;t remember what i&apos;m scared about.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Nov 2003 05:32:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>we are not friends anymore. stop pretending like you care. i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more nite of stress and worry drove me to my only release. you are not worth my tears or my blood.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2003 05:46:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>you cause me more pain and worry and stress than you&apos;re worth. and you know what else? YOU DON&apos;T FUCKING DESERVE ME. i put up with your &lt;b&gt;bullshit&lt;/b&gt; and in the end, you know you can get away with it because i do it all the time. i just wish i had a chance to tell you this to your face, but i can&apos;t find you again! i fucking HATE YOU GODDAMNIT</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Nov 2003 22:58:38 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>right at this moment you are sitting in a jail cell with your new best friend, and for what? you decided that money was too important to pass up, and made a stupid decision. now you have to pay for it, and do you KNOW how that makes me feel? i told you not to go, to escape that lifestyle. now you pay. now you feel remorse. fuck you.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2003 06:34:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i take things for granted. at this moment, warm salty tears are rolling down my cheeks because i&apos;ve come to terms with the fact that my mom loves me. she would love me if she didn&apos;t have to. i take her for granted, and she is one of main reasons i am still here today. i just don&apos;t want to ever disappoint my mother, or have to carry on with life without knowing that i love her. thank you mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know, i used to have some great friends. people i could talk to about anything, that would really listen. well, those people are no longer a part of my life. and i never took time to thank SOMEONE for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i hate who i&apos;ve become.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2003 06:51:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i will never understand her. she acts like everything should be her business, when in reality, we stopped being best friends awhile ago. it hurts. but i can&apos;t control how someone feels about me. i don&apos;t want to control her. she means nothing to me anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2003 03:01:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m just sick. sick of being built up, made to think i&apos;m something important, that i hold knowledge of things that no one else can grasp. when, and only when, it seems like i&apos;m finally getting somewhere, someone or something comes along to belittle me and make me realize that i&apos;m no one. i hate being there, but i&apos;m always there. see me? i represent nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the scheme of things, we are all a number. a statistic. a black amd white figure on a sheet of paper. well, in writing, we mean nothing. in life, we mean nothing. we live life to the fullest, as they say? what&apos;s the point? your soul just passes on to another body. i still can&apos;t see why anyone makes a big deal out of the small things. here i say this, but i am currently doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypocricy rules the world.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2003 06:07:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>something that means so much to me is a lie to other people, and it hurts me so much. it&apos;s not a big deal, deep down, but it is. i&apos;m sitting here CRYING because one of my &quot;friends&quot; refuses to believe me. i just....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to die.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2003 05:10:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>shannah dear, i love you. i am here, though distance is a circumstance that neither of us can overcome. my love for you is deeper than either of us realize, and one day, we will be together.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2003 05:25:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>nothing.</description>
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