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                <title>A description of me...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 16:13:35 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Emily.  She was tall, and she was gorgeous.  Her T-shirt showed off a<br />
long graceful neck and a peek of her collarbone partially masked by<br />
shoulder-length auburn hair.  Her eyes were places you could get lost<br />
in, and she had the most unbelievable mouth, full lips, slightly<br />
downturned, that made me have to immediately look away -- only to<br />
catch a hint of her breasts as she moved away from the hug.<br />
<br />
She was one of the most beautiful, one of the most stunning, women I'd<br />
ever seen -- and certainly the most beautiful teenager.  She drew me<br />
in with a gravity of her own.  Her height -- she was barely shorter<br />
than me -- had made her confident instead of awkward, and those eyes<br />
spoke of a depth that somehow coexisted with the goofiness I<br />
remembered of her when she was younger.<br />
<br />
<br />
--Thank you for the compliment ; ) Ems<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~redpolish</author>
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                <title>mi tu</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Nov 2006 13:51:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I love him so much :]<br />
He is my sunshine to warm my day, my cloud to shade me when its too hot.<br />
Life would not be the same with out him. It just wouldn't exist.<br />
I cant even begin to explain how much I care for him, more than I care for anyone, anything. Everything.<br />
<br />
Lovels :}<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Sacrifice</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2006 23:51:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why do I do it to myself? My throat is parched, my face sticky with tears, my eyes burning like fire from the tears. I stay up becasue I dont want to sleep. Sleep wont visit me tonight anyway. My art is my therapy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~redpolish</author>
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                <title>Damn you, for making me love you</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2006 09:58:55 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You truly are my dirty little secret. Because I would tell people about you if you werent. ]]></description>
                <author>~redpolish</author>
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                <title>Upside? Downside?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 29 Aug 2005 20:28:56 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I dunno, life seemed to have straightened out a bit *knock on wood* certain parts yes, others no. Im excited bc our german partners are coming from in Germany in less than a moth so I am REALLY looking forward to that. My old bf and I are seeming to start to get along somewhat ok now which is good. My other ex bf called me yesterday, gave me about the shock of my life. Having dinner w him on Saturday... yeah still not quite sure about that. Um, then theres this guy... yay, yeah, I like him a lot but we dont really talk that much, we do when were driving together but say at school, yeah not so much, makes me sad. ANd he even said that we should hang out some time but he never called me *sigh* I just hope he doesnt call this weekend bc I am all busy. Ok, well, I would really like it if he called but then I would have to say no to him at that moment which would uch, I am wayyyyy to overanalytical. Ok, well I just wanted to type that bc my previous journal was rather depressing... Lovels! :] ]]></description>
                <author>~redpolish</author>
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                <title>Eff it all</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2005 21:27:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I really am not liking things right now, they just suck, I mean, certain aspects are pretty cool, but teres just this GIANT shadow over everything I do. Its the last thing I think about before I go to sleep, keeping me from sleep and the first thing I think about as soon as I wake up in the morning. It just Sucks.<br />
I just feel so fucking betrayed! I dont see how anyone could be so insensitive and just I guess a bit self centered. I mean, how dare you! Its just incredibly, uch, I dunno. horrid. Its basically the number one rule, and it was broken. ]]></description>
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