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  <title>what you feel is what you are</title>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 19:27:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you&apos;d be around&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s right&lt;br /&gt;I took your words&lt;br /&gt;And I believed&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;You said to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah huh&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they&apos;re all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know better&lt;br /&gt;Cause you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;br /&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d give anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;br /&gt;&apos;fore they&apos;re long gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just didn&apos;t know how&lt;br /&gt;I was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;They knew better&lt;br /&gt;Still you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep you locked in my head&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;Until we&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I won&apos;t forget you my friend&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;d be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they&apos;re all wrong and&lt;br /&gt;That last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll cherish&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And time makes it&amp;nbsp;harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;br /&gt;But I keep your memory&lt;br /&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;My darling, who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;I miss you</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 02:03:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like the feel of your name on my lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And I like the sound of your sweet gentle kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way that your fingers run through my hair&lt;br /&gt;And how your scent lingers even when your not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I like the way your eyes dance when you laugh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how you enjoy your two hour bath&lt;br /&gt;And how you convinced me to dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;With everyone watching like we were insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Strong and wild&lt;br /&gt;Slow and easy&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So completely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to imitate old Jerry Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And watch you roll your eyes when I&apos;m slightly off key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the innocent way that you cry&lt;br /&gt;At sappy old movies you&apos;ve seen hundreds of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Strong and wild&lt;br /&gt;Slow and easy&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So completely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I could list a million things&lt;br /&gt;I love to like about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they all come down to &lt;u&gt;one&lt;/u&gt; reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;I could never live without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Strong and wild&lt;br /&gt;Slow and easy&lt;br /&gt;Heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;So completely&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby I love the way you love me</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 17:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I found god on the corner of first and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the west was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone, smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said, &amp;quot;where you been,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;ask anything&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were you when everything was falling apart?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my days were spent by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It never rang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all I needed was a call that never came&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the corner of first and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You&lt;/strike&gt; found me, &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt; found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;rsquo;d you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Where were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losing her, the only one who&amp;rsquo;s &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; known&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who I am, who I&amp;rsquo;m not, who I want to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way to know how long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;You&lt;/strike&gt; found me, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt; found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;rsquo;d you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;where were you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, city breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ve been calling for years and years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;And you never left me no messages&lt;br /&gt;You never send me no letters&lt;br /&gt;You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Where were you where were you&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;rsquo;d you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just a little late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 04:00:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Complete and total adoration,&lt;br /&gt;My gift to you, my heart was yours.&lt;br /&gt;In ten weeks you shaped it, &lt;br /&gt;In one night you murdered it.&lt;br /&gt;Torn from my chest and laid at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;That first step you took was the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Since then you&apos;ve walked a thousand miles in silence and short remark,&lt;br /&gt;I still have these memories,&lt;br /&gt;But we&apos;ll never see what we could have been.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we talked about where we&apos;d be a year from now?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you held my hand like you&apos;d never let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, cause that&apos;s all you can do.&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll never make another memory,&lt;br /&gt;We&apos;ll never make another memory.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I&apos;d have died in your arms the last time we were together,&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn&apos;t have to wake without you today.&lt;br /&gt;This time I thought things were real.&lt;br /&gt;You said they were, what happened?&lt;br /&gt;You were a priority, was I an option?&lt;br /&gt;I let you see a side of me that I don&apos;t share with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;you knew from the beginning all I had to offer you was my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m sorry that wasn&apos;t enough.&lt;br /&gt;So, we&apos;ll go our own ways,&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully you&apos;ll remember the things I&apos;ve told you,&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully you&apos;ll understand that everything I said was in sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart is not what I wanted from this,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I&apos;ve learned from it.&lt;br /&gt;But aren&apos;t you supposed to learn from your mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t consider this a mistake,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish the story didn&apos;t end this way,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I&apos;m still in love with the person who helped me write it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you held my hand like you&apos;d never let it go?&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we talked about where we&apos;d be a year from now?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 11:37:23 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I have never had so much going on in my life, especially when majority of it is directly related to nursing and class. It&apos;s now that I realize that you really do have to sacrifice a lot in order to get through nursing school- I&amp;nbsp;cannot tell you the last time I worked out OR the last time I had over 4 hours of sleep in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my stress level hitting the roof, yesterday was the first day that I actually felt sure about nursing. I absolutely love it. I&apos;m actually excited about it. And now I&apos;m only MORE anxious to do more after the skills I performed yesterday out in the clinical setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m very glad I&amp;nbsp;stuck with nursing all this time. Now is the hard part: getting through it.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 03:07:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hope - Who Am I To Say</title>
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  <description>Love of my life, my soulmate &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re my best friend &lt;br /&gt;Part of me like breathing &lt;br /&gt;Now half of me is left &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;Who am I to say you love me &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you need me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color me blue I&apos;m lost in you &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know why I&apos;m still waiting &lt;br /&gt;Many moons have come and gone &lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know why I&apos;m still searching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you love me &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you need me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm hmmm mmm &lt;br /&gt;Uhhh oohhh aahhh &lt;br /&gt;Hooo aahhh ohh ohhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you&apos;re a song I love to sing &lt;br /&gt;Never thought it feels so free &lt;br /&gt;Now I know what&apos;s meant to be &lt;br /&gt;And that&apos;s okay with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to say you love me &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you need me &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you love me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm hmmm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you love me &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;And who am I to say you need me &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know anything at all</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 05:45:29 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;This one&apos;s &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for the lonely,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that seek and find,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only to be let down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time after time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one&apos;s for the torn down &lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;experts at the fall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cmon friends get up now &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re not alone at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was for &lt;strike&gt;her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part was &lt;strike&gt;for her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part was &lt;strike&gt;for her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does she remember? :-/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves, i.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one&apos;s for the faithless &lt;br /&gt;The ones that are surprised &lt;br /&gt;They are only where they are now &lt;br /&gt;Regardless of their fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;This one&apos;s for believing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for it&apos;s sake &lt;br /&gt;Cmon friends get up now &lt;br /&gt;Love is to be made &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this part was &lt;strike&gt;for her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part was &lt;strike&gt;for her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part was &lt;strike&gt;for her &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does she remember? :-/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves, &lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why &lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves &lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;...Why I try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;For the ones who try again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who need a hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the ones who think they can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves, &lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why &lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes in waves &lt;br /&gt;I am only let to wonder why &lt;br /&gt;...Why I try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 11:31:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>If you&apos;re on my friends list, I want to know 36 things about you. I don&apos;t care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... you&apos;re on my list, so i want to know you better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment here and repost a blank one on your own journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?&lt;br /&gt;02) What was your dream growing up?&lt;br /&gt;03) What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;04) If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;05) Favorite vegetable?&lt;br /&gt;06) What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;07) What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.&lt;br /&gt;09) Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?&lt;br /&gt;11) What is your favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?&lt;br /&gt;14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;15) Tell me one weird fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;16) Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?&lt;br /&gt;18) What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;br /&gt;20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;22) What color eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;23) Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;24) Bottle or can soda?&lt;br /&gt;25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;27) What&apos;s your favorite place to hang out at?&lt;br /&gt;28) Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;31) Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?&lt;br /&gt;34) Favourite and least favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;35) Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 11:23:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone tonight &lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside &lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause the possibility &lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s just too much, just too much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth? &lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve just got to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you&apos;re all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go? &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause I&apos;m trying and trying to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain&apos;t goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind &lt;br /&gt;When we&apos;re hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends? &lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it&apos;s a chance we&apos;ve gotta take &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last &lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you&apos;re all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go? &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause I&apos;m trying and trying to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain&apos;t goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth? &lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve just got to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you&apos;re all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go? &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cause I&apos;m trying and trying to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain&apos;t goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;This crush ain&apos;t goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin&apos; away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;img height=&quot;1&quot; src=&quot;http://www.metrolyrics.com/images/l/979072953.jpg&quot; width=&quot;1&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/</description>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I am in awe. Complete and utter disbelief. In denial of it all. Hearbroken. Disgusted. Ashamed. Disappointed and let down.&amp;nbsp;Disturbed. Embarrassed of her. Misled. Lied to. Confused. I feel like someone has punched me in the gut and took my breath away. There is no consideration for others...not even for me. There is absolutely no remorse whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot find all of the words and other metaphors to describe how I&amp;rsquo;m feeling&amp;hellip;of what I&amp;rsquo;m thinking&amp;hellip;what&amp;rsquo;s racing through my mind.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;It can&amp;rsquo;t be me. It doesn&amp;rsquo;t happen to me. It just can&apos;t be. Not me.&amp;nbsp;It&amp;rsquo;s typical maybe of other people&amp;rsquo;s lives, not mine. Not mine.&amp;nbsp;It happens to other families, but not mine. This cannot be my life.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Things like this do not happen to me&amp;hellip;.they do not happen to us. They just don&apos;t.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t think that I could even go home now. I don&amp;rsquo;t think I could even look at her without feeling all these horrible feelings and picturing all these horrific mental pictures that I should NEVER have to picture about her. How will I&amp;nbsp;ever look at her again?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;Why did she have to go and fucking do that? How could she? How could anyone do that knowing all the people it would affect? How long has this even been going on?....was it occurring the days I wasn&amp;rsquo;t home and out working? When I was sleeping? In my own house? In our home? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I feel like everything she ever told, taught, said, or showed me is nothing but a lie. I feel like anything she supported me with or encouraged me to do, I want to quit and never do it again. Like, she encourages me doing nursing and stay in school&amp;hellip;.now all I want to do is quit school altogether. Anything associated with her, I want gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I feel like I lost my best friend. Never again will I be able to consider her as my best friend. I want to forget everything in our past together. They are all lies now. All of them. Now there is nothing. Nothing but anger. In a way I never want to see her again. I want to move away. I want her to know how much this is affecting me. How much she is not only ruining herself, but ruining me. She is ruining everything I ever thought of her. I used to think the world of her, now I have no respect, sympathy, or anything for her. At least not for awhile. It&amp;rsquo;s going to take a lot to get any of those things back from me. If she ever does get it back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I wish I could be there for my sisters back home. I know they have it harder being home. I wish I could be there for when everything comes out on the table. Not because I want to be there, but because I feel like it&amp;rsquo;s where I need to be when it happens. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I can&amp;rsquo;t even begin explain what I think about when I think about the future. How things will be and what will happen&amp;hellip;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;I know it&amp;rsquo;s ultimately supposed to be an issue between them. But I cannot help to believe that it also involves me indirectly. I know it shouldn&amp;rsquo;t change my relationship with her, but I don&amp;rsquo;t see how it could NOT change. Not after I saw what I saw. Not after how it affects all of us. Not ever again. Never will it EVER be the same. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;What do I even do now&amp;hellip; :-/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <description>Oh, Nathania Bush...</description>
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  <description>i don&apos;t know how i will be able to pay attention and get through nursing school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a teacher like i have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow!</description>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n131/lilbrittizit015/Lil%20Wayne/lil_wayne_041808.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n131/lilbrittizit015/Lil%20Wayne/ploi.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n131/lilbrittizit015/Lil%20Wayne/LilWayne.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Ohhh my....</description>
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  <description>it&apos;s the first day and i&apos;m already stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;i already have 113 pages to read BY wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;it took me an hour to read 10 pages.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, my life is over...</description>
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  <description>my car got towed. &lt;br /&gt;and my roommate had sex in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great start to the semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: AAAAND someone deactivated my facebook account thinking i&apos;m still in a sorority.&lt;br /&gt;uggh</description>
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  <description>I&apos;ve been so busy worrying about packing and fitting all my crap in my car that it hasn&apos;t hit me (until a moment ago) that I&apos;m leaving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s harder to leave for school this year. I don&apos;t want to go back. I will miss a lot of things. I&apos;ll actually miss work. I&apos;ll miss my mom...and ollie! And Heather. Plus I won&apos;t be in a sorority which will take up all my time like it used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the nursing program will keep me busy. As much as I hope it doesn&apos;t kick my butt, I hope it keeps my mind off of things...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 00:46:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Everybody wants to slap your back,&lt;br /&gt;Wants to shake your hand&lt;br /&gt;When you&apos;re up on top of that mountain&lt;br /&gt;But let one of those rocks give way then you slide back down look up &lt;br /&gt;And see who&apos;s around then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain&apos;t where the road comes to an end&lt;br /&gt;This ain&apos;t where the bandwagon stops&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of those times when a&amp;nbsp;lot of folks jump off&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find out who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody&apos;s&lt;/strong&gt; gonna drop everything&lt;br /&gt;Run out and crank up their car&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gas, get there fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; stop to think &lt;em&gt;&apos;what&apos;s in it for me?&apos;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&apos;it&apos;s way too far&apos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just show on up with their &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big old heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;You find out who your friends are.&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Tracy Lawrence</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 09:43:11 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Dry eyes in the pouring rain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;shadow&lt;/strong&gt; proves the s u n s h i n e.</description>
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  <lj:music>Switchfoot &quot;The Shadow Proves The Sunshine&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:19:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>is&amp;nbsp;it weird that I can&apos;t wait to go back to school?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 01:19:57 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Dante</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 12:34:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Quick little updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hyperextended my lower back Monday and it still is extremely painful to move any which way...but I&apos;m gonna try to work out on it today after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with my manager/second mother, Glenda Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pigs are grazing in the&amp;nbsp;pastures today but they will go on a car adventure later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret: I&apos;m actually kind of looking forward to going back to school a little bit...I think just because I am living with Amber this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of her, she has lost 30 lbs just this summer......jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty sure this weekend will be pretty good, I&apos;m excited to go to Shadowbox and the zoo (esp to be eye to eye with giraffes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I&apos;ll make it to a Reds game afterall this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stay in Lebanon and don&apos;t go to Morehead,&amp;nbsp;Glenda said she would give a raise from $9 (what I make now) to $12. Sigh.</description>
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  <lj:music>Lil Wayne &quot;mr. carter&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 18:33:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;m not enough anymore.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:00:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Wow, I just read an amazing book...wow</title>
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  <description>&lt;em&gt;&quot;Tim had told me--and shown me--that love meant that you care for another person&apos;s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. I&apos;d left Tim&apos;s hospital room knowing that he&apos;d been right. But doing the right thing wasn&apos;t easy. These days, I lead my life feeling that something is&amp;nbsp;missing that I somehow need to make my life complete. I know that my feeling about Savannah will never change, and I know I will always wonder about the choice I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, despite myself, I wonder if Savannah feels the same way.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;u&gt;Dear John&lt;/u&gt; by Nicholas Sparks</description>
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  <lj:mood>there are no words...</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 19:35:08 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Ok so summer is FINALLY going the way a summer should go, through my eyes at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have made it to Kings Island. I have finally laid out by the pool all day. I have finally went tubing/boating with my parents on vacation. I have finally went camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks that all these things have just recently happened...while summer is winding down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish summer could last forever.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Theory of a Deadman &quot;End of the Summer&quot;</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 22:20:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;Not Meant To Be&quot;</title>
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  <description>&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;position: relative; top: -10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=&quot;font-size: 10px;&quot;&gt; &lt;td style=&quot;cursor: pointer;&quot; title=&quot;Print these lyrics&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; title=&quot;Center align text&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;right&quot; style=&quot;visibility: hidden;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mp3lyrics.org/gWFw&quot;&gt;http://www.mp3lyrics.org/gWFw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(85, 85, 85); white-space: nowrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It&apos;s never enough to say I&apos;m sorry &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s never enough to say I care &lt;br /&gt;But I&apos;m caught between what you wanted from me &lt;br /&gt;And knowing that if I give that to you &lt;br /&gt;I might just disappear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins when everyone&apos;s losing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like one step forward and two steps back &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you&apos;re always mad &lt;br /&gt;And I, I can&apos;t change your mind &lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s like trying to &lt;br /&gt;turn away one way street &lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t give you what you want &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s killing me &lt;br /&gt;And I, I&apos;m starting to see &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we&apos;re not meant to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s never enough to say I love you &lt;br /&gt;No, it&apos;s never enough to say I try &lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s hard to believe &lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s there&apos;s no way out for you and me &lt;br /&gt;And it seems to be the story of our lives &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wins when everyone&apos;s losing &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like one step forward and two steps back &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you&apos;re always mad &lt;br /&gt;And I, I can&apos;t change your mind &lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s like trying to &lt;br /&gt;turn around on a one way street &lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t give you what you want &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s killing me &lt;br /&gt;And I, I&apos;m starting to see &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we&apos;re not meant to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&apos;s still time to turn this around &lt;br /&gt;You could building this up &lt;br /&gt;instead of tearing it down &lt;br /&gt;But I keep thinking &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it&apos;s too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like one step forward and two steps back &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you&apos;re always mad &lt;br /&gt;And I, I can&apos;t change your mind &lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s like trying to &lt;br /&gt;turn around on a one way street &lt;br /&gt;I can&apos;t give you what you want &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s killing me &lt;br /&gt;And I, I&apos;m starting to see &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we&apos;re not meant to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s like one step forward and two steps back &lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do you&apos;re always mad &lt;br /&gt;And I, baby I&apos;m sorry to see &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we&apos;re not meant to be&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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