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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Apr 2005 11:23:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Somebody took my heart <br />
And Im lying here<br />
So blue, so grey<br />
Maybe tomorrow Ill change<br />
I dont know<br />
But somehow this tomorrow day <br />
I think will never come to take me  away... ]]></description>
                <author>~Rape-me</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Apr 2005 02:12:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ somewhere up high<br />
the anarchy flies... ]]></description>
                <author>~Rape-me</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2005 09:59:51 PST</pubDate>
                
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                <author>~Rape-me</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 21:21:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i don't know what date is to day, but  who care?whatever... <br />
    now i sitting in a library, and  writing this stuff.  eh.....<br />
     i wrote ]]></description>
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                <title>Im losing myself</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2004 09:54:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It was dark outside, although I had to  stand up and go. I was walking in the  streets. I couldnt fallow my thoughts,  and the road was stretching and  stretching...<br />
    Suddenly I realize that I have no  where to go... I looked around and I  saw that I was standing in the middle  of crossroad. There were four roads to  take, and how should I guess which one  is right or wrong? How to make right  move and not to fell down? <br />
  1 road: I see people, people without  faces, without individuality, and no  one cares if they lost there soul, no  one cares being a slave of this life.<br />
  2 roads: I see the church, and Im  happy, finally I find the right place,  and suddenly I see how the horns are  growing. Its not a house of the god  anymore, there I wont be able to get  help and understanding, no one will  give me his hand. Im dispread... <br />
  3 road: its very dark there, very  dark... instead of the ground there is  fear, I hardly can see the several  people who try to fight, who chose the  hardest road, which is unbearable. I  see a person who tries to, reach the  sun, he almost there, the have to make  just few steps, but he can do that. He  fells on his knees, now the pain is  twice bigger, and he screams, tears are  felling from eyes, he has no power to  move. And he dies. <br />
 I was crying because of what I have  seen. Now I doubt in everything.<br />
4 road: in the end of the road I see a  room. There is a girl, she is sitting  on the chair, shes crying. She is  looking at someones picture, than she  grabs it and holds it right next to her  heart. Her eyes were telling all her  pain, sadness, and hopelessness...  <br />
  She takes a knife and cuts her veins.  Blood was coming like a waterfall, her  eyes were opened. Picture falls down,  and suddenly it was covered with her  blood<br />
After all I have seen Im terrified and  sacred. I dont know what is the hope  anymore. Thoughts in my head are  confusing me, making me mad. I no  longer want to live; I lost my passion,  my dream. Im looking for the light,  which will guide me, help me. Im only  15 years old and I want to die. It  seems to me, that the day I was born, I  lost the yearn towards the life. I WAS  BORN DEAD. Im afraid of every day that  comes. Im afraid of myself. I dont  know for what should I live, to whom it  will be pleasant, to whom Im necessary  dont know.<br />
I lost the religion when I was 13. I  lost my hope, the holiness; Im losing  my friends and MYSELF.<br />
I will reach the aim; I will not be the  shadow anymore, but all this is just a  word that means nothing anymore. I  cant change everything I am, the world  and the battle in my head for survival.  I let myself to die.<br />
  I'm confused. And I'm very tired of  life, of lies, of people and I'm tired  of MYSELF. And I want to die ]]></description>
                <author>~Rape-me</author>
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