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				<title>No Subject </title> 
				<description> In every single letter, in every single word, there will be a hidden message about a girl who loves a boy.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 17 Jul 2008 17:18:06 EDT</pubDate>
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				<description> I didn't say it would be easy.. I said it would be worth it.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 02 Jun 2008 22:49:34 EDT</pubDate>
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				<description> &quot;When you're in darkness don't forget what you saw in the light.&quot;</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:08:05 EDT</pubDate>
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				<description> I can't stand to think about a heart so big it hurts like hell
Oh my god I gave my best but for three whole years to end like this
Well do you want to fall apart? I can't stop if you can't start
Do you want to fall apart? I could if you can try to fix what I've undone
'Cause I hate what I've become

You know me, oh you think you do, you just don't seem to see
I've been waiting all this time to be something I can't define
So let's cause a scene, clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Yeah something - I've just got to get myself over me

I could stand to do without all the people I have left behind
What's the point in going around when it's a straight line baby, a straight, straight line
So let's make a list of who we need and it's not much if anything
Let's make a list of who we need and we'll throw it away
'Cause we don't need anyone, no we don't need anyone

And I hate what I've become.

You know the night life is just not for me
'Cause all you really need are a few good friends
I don't want to go out and be on my own,
You know they started something I can't stand
You leave for the city,
Well count me out
'Cause all this time is wasted on everything I've done</description> 
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				<pubDate> Sat, 08 Mar 2008 20:45:05 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>[re-write] </title> 
				<description> It's only the sun... why bring hope where it once was forgotton?</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 23 Jan 2008 00:38:27 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>No Subject </title> 
				<description> When was the last time I actually wrote in here?

I've been having these dreams lately that I can't stop thinking about. People and places.. but mostly people.. that I should forget but I just can't get them out of my head.
Reminders of the past and of lost possibilities. There are so many choices, and so much to keep fighting for. I just feel like things are coming at me from all directions.

Why have you lost those feelings?
And why have you gained them?
What would make you do such a thing?
And will I ever find you again?

Different people.. different places.. but it's still all the same.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Tue, 15 Jan 2008 23:00:11 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> We'd be so less fragile
If we're made from metal
And our hearts from iron
And our minds from steel
And if we built an armor
For our tender bodies
Could we love each other
Would we stop to feel

And you want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away

You say you want to know her like a lover
And undo her damage, she'll be new again
Soon you'll find that if you try to save her
It will lose her anger
You will never win

And you want three wishes:
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away

You want three wishes:
One to fly the heavens
One to swim like fishes
You want never bitter
And all delicious
And a clean conscience
And all it's blisses
You want one true lover with a thousand kisses
You want soft and gentle and never vicious
And then one you're saving for a rainy day
If your lover ever takes her love away</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 05 Dec 2007 22:06:49 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> Here I am beside myself again.
I'm torn apart by words that you have said.
And all in all,
I know we're falling apart.
Where did you run to so far away?

You said you like to hear the rain sometimes.
And all I can do is tell you the truth.
And oh, my eyes will tell you the same.

Grasp our hands together,
We feel we are one result.
And here we are to sing you a song,
And there you are asleep again...</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 26 Apr 2006 19:43:06 EDT</pubDate>
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				<description> I'm sinking like a stone in the sea. 
I'm burning like a bridge for your body. 
</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> My heart feels heavy.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> I wish it had been me instead.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>No Subject </title> 
				<description> I feel so empty. So numb.

I keep picturing Jeriel flying down that slide on those knee-pads at Free Falling. I keep imagining him at school, challenging me to do the hand shake backwards and with my left hand. He always was so good at that.

A part of me still doesn't believe he's gone. How could he be? He was so young, so full of life, he had such a bright future ahead of him. 

And a part of me wants to believe I'm mistaken. That I dont really know this amazing kid who died too young. That I'm going to go to school on Monday and he'll be there, just like always, to say hello and give me a hug and make sure I'm doing alright. And I'll ask where he's been and he'll just tell me he went away for a little bit, but he's back now. Everything is alright, and there's no more reason to cry.

And I know I'm stupid and I'm foolish for thinking these things, but I don't want to have to picture him cold and dead, in a box underground. 

Because it isnt fair.
And I miss him so much. 


I know he's in a better place now. He's happy and he's where he wants to be. And I know I'm selfish for wishing he could be back here with us. And and and...

This is just so hard.
You never imagine this type of thing could happen to you. We all know kids die, but it's always something you just hear about and never experience first hand. Why him? Why someone so selfless and so special? Why why why...</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> I wish I knew how to get over Dan. 

Every night I tell myself it's stupid, hopeless, move on. And every morning I tell myself I can do this, I can get through a day without feeling anything for him. And then I see his face.

I wish I knew what it was that made me feel so drawn to him. [Other than his gorgeous deep brown eyes and mysterious yet adorable half smile] I dont even know him. All I have to go on is a name and an age, and whatever judgements I can make by the books I see him carrying around. Yet this doesnt seem to stop me.

I am not usually an irrational person. I am realistic, logical. And I know in my mind that this could never, will never, work. Never even happen. So why do I continue feeling this way? Why does any hope remain when I know that it shouldnt? 

[What the fuck is my problem?]

A little over two weeks until he leaves. He's going to graduate and go out into the real world and live his life. No lingering thoughts, no hesitations. That's just the way it is. He wont think of me, wont even remember me. And I know that. I've known it since the day I found out he was a senior. And me? Yeah, I'll keep going. Eventually I'll get over it and I'll be fine, this is only lust anyways. Sure, I'll think about him from time to time, but summer will end and with school starting I'll find myself a new distraction. But that doesnt mean I want to.

Every damn day I wish I were older, wish he were younger, etc etc. But I cant ever change that, and I know I'm waisting time in wishing. But it doesnt change the fact... 

Nothing ever changes the fact, does it? No matter how many times I tell myself to get over it and move on, that hope remains, and no matter how much I hate it, I have no choice but to continue believing in it until the day comes when he is gone for good. 

But that's fine by me. It's going to have to be, right? Two more weeks. Just two more weeks until my freedom. 

[Man, I'm gonna miss him.]

Whatever. It's useless. Nothing I can do about it. I guess.

I just wonder if I'm as much a mystery to him as he is to me. </description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> Please say something. 
Time is going by so slow and I think I might shatter.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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				<description> I hate waking up in the morning, wondering if you'll be walking to the bus today, knowing you probably wont but trying to make myself look good in hopes that you will anyways.

I hate being at school, constantly seeing you in the halls but feeling too stupid, too immature, to say anything.

I hate walking up the hill alone because it just makes me remember all those conversations, all those times you made me laugh when everyone else was making me cry.

I hate being home because everytime I hear that car coming down the road I cant help but run to my window to see you, if only for a little while.

I just feel like I'm going crazy. 
Last night I had to get out, had to get away because every other second I could swear I heard your car and I'd run to the window and no one would be coming. So I ran. Out my door and down the hill and through the woods. And I didnt stop until I thought my lungs were going to burst. And then I cried. Fuck, I dont even know why. Lately I've just been feeling so helpless and so worthless because I can't seem to find the courage to try and make you understand. </description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 31 Dec 1969 19:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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