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                <title>Nervous</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 06:48:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ok, It's about an hour and a half befor  I make my senior presintation. I wish  some one would kill me right about now.   I have been working on it all year,  and yet I still don't feel that I am  ready to do this, and in the long run I  actually feel that it was also a  complet wast of my time. I could have  taken a class in which I actually  learned something. But unfortunatly my  school system sucks. I am a complet  nervous wrech. I spen all of last night  completing my board. And Now I am  sitting here in a SKIRT of all thing  wating to go on. I think I'm going to  be sick. I SO hate thins. ]]></description>
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                <title>Lonlyness</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 17:40:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ How lonly it is just sitting here. No  one ever really listens to what I have  to say, and those that do listen never  talk back, but just go on there way  with out a word. I'm all alone. No one  really cares. I'm just a lone figure  sitting in the darkness of my home.  Slowly and surly though, the emptieness  inside of me will consume my intire  existance and I shall become the  emptieness that I so hate. Some one  help me, save me from this fate. You  might lisen, but do you ever help. Or  Do you just keep going, afrade to be  swallowed by the darkness too. Afrade  that if you help, you might just share  in my fate. No body knows, couse no one  dares to take that chance. No one  stops, no one cares. So I sit here  alone and unloved, just wating for the  dark scilence to finish it's task. If  only some one would dare to brake the  rules and help. If only, If only, but  if only dosn't come, and the lonlyness  wins again. ]]></description>
                <author>~Punkspork</author>
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                <title>The end to what we know</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 14:39:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Life seems so dull. So empty. When  evrey thing that ment anything to you  comes to an end, then what do you do.  You're just an alone figure, surounded  by nothing but your memories. Things  that you have worked so hard to  acheave, but once you've acheaved them  then what. You work so hard, you singe,  dance, or play you're hardest for so  long, but then it's all over. Evrey  thing that you have done for the last  four years is gone, and you can't get  it back. And going on just isn't the  same. Four years of dilligent hard work  and training and at the end all you  have to show for it is a few memories,  some pictures, a dried up flower, but  nothing else. Its gone, over, and  nothing else remains. Just a shadow of  what you are and the promis of what is  yet to come. But the future will never  come, You must remain in the present.  And evreything you have worked for must  remain in the past. You're alone for  ever and eternity. ]]></description>
                <author>~Punkspork</author>
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                <title>Collige</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2004 11:33:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why dose it always seem like as soon as  you,re finally getting use to having  your sibling back home from collige and  you are finally some what getting along  like you use to. you know   bickering  all the time. But you're finally  comfterble with them being home, and  then It's time to take them back and  you have to start getting use to being  an only child again. And Now all I can  think about is what am I going to do at  this time next year. Will I be there  with my sister, just down the hall, or  will I be some where else. All alone in  a strange new enviorment with out any  one to turn to. Will I stay in tuch  with all my friends, or will we all go  our seprit ways with out looking back.  I guess we'll never know till we get  there. If I ever get there.  Bye. ]]></description>
                <author>~Punkspork</author>
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                <title>Life</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 27 Jun 2004 09:43:30 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I never understand why somethings are  so terrible to some people, when others  consider teh same things as blessings,  and How some people can go about life  getting pleasure from the pain of  others. Life is so confusing and things  are never the same. No one ever really  knows the truth but it's always what we  are asking for. Wht is truth, what is  life. The world is so confusing and so  changing that I don't know what is  happining half teh time outside of my  own little bubble, and the truth of the  matter as far as I know is that I don't  think I Want to know about all the pain  and suffering outside of my own little  home. I care about other people, really  I do. But all the pain and Termoile in  the world makes me want to crawl in a  little hole and never come out. Why do  people cause so much pain just for  stupid material posetions like money.  What is money. Is a pice of paper made  by man with a number on it Really that  speshal. What makes it worth anything.  What is worth. Is it all just in our  heads. Why do we program ourselves to  want something that if you really think  about it has no real meaning other than  what every one makes it out to be. I  will never understand it. Life is to  complex for any one to understand. And  untill humanity gets priorities  straight it always will be. ]]></description>
                <author>~Punkspork</author>
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