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        <pubDate>Sun, 26 May 2013 00:10:00 PDT</pubDate>        
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                <title>el regreso de Ivana!!! [parte-5]</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 23:30:48 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Unos 45 minutos después<br /><br />Franky: al fin estoy listo<br /><br />Ivana: entonces ya puedes abrir la puerta??? OuO<br /><br />Franky: ok *abre* esperaba que la puerta rompiera la cadena de las esposas :(<br /><br />Ivana: im-po-si-ble, es de uno de los materiales más resistentes de todo Club Penguin<br /><br />Franky: y donde las conseguiste???<br /><br />Ivana: aaaaahm&hellip;<br /><br />----------------------------------------------------RECUERDO----------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Ivana: Rookie, sé que no sabes abrir esta puerta<br /><br />Rookie: claro que sí sé *abre la puerta*<br /><br />Ivana: cierto, si sabes *se va corriendo*<br /><br />Rookie: que paso&hellip;.. ah si, IVA ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>Im Out. Im Gone.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 17:50:17 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Im Out. Im Gone.</media:title>
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        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Im Out. Im Gone.<br /><br />No one is bothering to know what actually happened. And im not going to tell you, because in the end it will fall on deaf ears. And i will just get hated more for it. Because no one cares to hear it. <br />Anyways, I am leaving DA permanently. Im going to join another site, and start anew. Thanks to this incident, I have lost all enjoyment in this website, and am afraid to get on anymore. Such a shame really. <br />To the people that left hate comments.<br />I really have nothing to say to you but the fact that you blindly follow your best friend's words, yet you tell me im brainwashed when my friend The-Anons-Lore is not the only person t ]]></media:text>            
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                <title>self portrait/a letter to the boy which means null</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2013 16:49:07 PDT</pubDate>
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        <media:copyright url="http://llamastickz.deviantart.com">Copyright 2013 ~LlamaStickz</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ written over a few days <br />u can probably tell where i've changed and who i'm listening to but jesus this is ur stupid insight into my mind (unedited and unread and clunky)<br />not poetic or anyhting atall it's just me rambling so take it ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ she'd always act surprised when she was told she stooped, her head snapping upwards, up and jutting forwards, shoulders back<br /><br />the mud and the ink and the paint gracing her clothes was nothing like her, but then neither was her love for zombies, the hatred for shakespeare, her love for the worst things in life<br />she romantised what she hated; the cigarettes, the narcotics, the vandals]<br />but then, she would break out, climb through barbed wire, jump hedges just for a coke<br />but then maybe, she thought telling him would be 'giving in', that when they touched he didn't care<br />and when he used to sit, by her hatred, with his head on her shoulder, she wou ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ written over a few days <br />u can probably tell where i've changed and who i'm listening to but jesus this is ur stupid insight into my mind (unedited and unread and clunky)<br />not poetic or anyhting atall it's just me rambling so take it ]]></description>            </item>
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