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                <title>In My Gallery</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Mar 2008 16:33:19 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ in my gallery,<br />lies scars of regret and hate.<br />nothing but the pain,<br />resides in my heart.<br />in my gallery,<br />there are pictures,<br />missing they're color,<br />misbalanced and off-hooked.<br />in my gallery,<br />there are painful memories.<br />none to be remembered.<br />as well as being forgotten.<br />in my gallery,<br />there stands a book,<br />filled with heartfelt poetry,<br />unread and critized.<br />in my gallery,<br />all my weapons of choice<br />are lined up.<br />not for war.<br />not for an invasion.<br />but for myself.<br />in my gallery,<br />there are words and quotes,<br />written in my blood.<br />dripping down to the floor.<br />in my gallery,<br />there sits a girl,<br />that girl mutters words to herself.<br />most of them are curses,<br />and most of them are spells.<br />she'll talk in riddles,<br />looking at you with ice blue eyes.<br />she will ask you if you have witnessed<br />anything depressing.<br />her tears have dried up,<br />her emotions all tied up in a knot.<br />no one to help her<br />and no one to calm her down.<br />she sits that and waits,<br />until the angels come<br />to take here away<br />in my gallery,<br />the girl in the corner,...<br />is me.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Torn</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 17:00:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ nothing wrong with being beaten<br />i hate you and<br />part of you hates me<br />i don't give a shit anymore<br />when you die,i will<br />spit on your grave and laugh<br />i was toying,<br />coning you into<br />handing Lucifer and<br />Satan over to me<br />i'm going to take all of my<br />anger<br />and kill you with it<br />i have a crowd of demons<br />waiting to kill you<br />feel free to fall in <br />line<br />this is what you left me with<br />an enraged heart<br />you think i miss you?<br />i don't<br />i've gotten used to<br />having fight you<br />i hope you don't plan<br />on apologizing<br />because i'm not going to forgive<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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