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  <title>wash me clean</title>
  <subtitle>never felt real</subtitle>
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    <title>drubunk</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T04:32:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">remember, i'm not sure how we spelled it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel wrong for staying as long as i did. should have found a motel, hotel whatever the fuck just to get me out of there. Because i know it's not what you wanted. And now i'm here and waiting for word but you've never even said. &lt;br /&gt;so i sit with music drowing out the head noise. &lt;br /&gt;And i'm a bitch i know it, but then i know I know this own't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;So it doesn't mater, nothing matters.</content>
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    <title>I dyed my hair red today...</title>
    <published>2004-06-08T09:15:26Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-08T09:15:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmm it needed some upkeep I've decided i like it better bright bright red rather than the usual mediocre red. However the tub here holds water (all my dead hair falling out and clogging the drain. In any case, standing in ankle deep blood red water. hmm  what was then insane girl thinking? You take a guess.</content>
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    <title>unkept_promises @ 2004-06-07T21:54:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-07T09:56:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-07T09:56:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">emotional wreckage...she falls to a heap on the floor. Drown me...down me...</content>
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    <title>unkept_promises @ 2004-04-15T19:59:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-15T07:58:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;it feels as if your drowning when no water is present.&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain. I never was one who could speak. Everything in my life seems so uncertain. I don't understand why nothing ever seems to blatantly work out for me. Everything good has come with a heavy price. Don't know where my head has gone. I didn't sleep much last night. Work today. Nearly drove myself mad. If my head would shut up for .2 seconds...i'd be happier. &lt;br /&gt;All the dirty disgusting bits of my soul seem to be leaking through to the surface of my skin. I can't hack out the vile creature...i may try but she never goes. she never dies.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:unkept_promises:581</id>
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    <title>unkept_promises @ 2004-03-10T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-10T01:11:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i thought i'd write my story&lt;br /&gt;i've shoved so much away for so long&lt;br /&gt;all the gorey details &lt;br /&gt;no holds bar...there will be nothing left out&lt;br /&gt;i will bleed it to the paper straight forward for once&lt;br /&gt;riddles don't kill the problems, not that i think speaking will&lt;br /&gt;pen to paper before i drown.</content>
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