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  <title>Perfectly Strange</title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 10:26:23 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>..</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like I don&apos;t quite meet your expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Like I don&apos;t measure up to what you want me to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or, just maybe, to what you&apos;re used to.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:31:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;If you can&apos;t get someone out of your head, maybe they&apos;re supposed to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact or fiction?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m just not sure anymore. The only thing I know is I can&apos;t CAN&apos;T CAN&apos;T stop thinking about her. She&apos;s not supposed to be there, that place is supposed to be filled with someone else. If I know this, why do I still think of her?&lt;br /&gt;One little thing will remind me...&lt;br /&gt;...and cause quite the snowball effect. Before I know it I&apos;m lost in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn&apos;t be this way.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 05 Dec 2007 04:59:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Decisions...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;Decisions... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogContent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can chart our future clearly and wisely only when we know the path which has led to the present...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This can be applied to many things, something as&amp;nbsp;basic as what we are going to have for lunch, exercise, study habits, a relationship or even a more crucial decision--for instance moving to a new place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I wouldn&apos;t necessarily consider myself an unhappy individual, however lately that seems to be the only status I can give myself. I&apos;ve never quite stepped back and looked at the bigger picture but rather blamed my unhappiness on smaller dilemmas of which I convinced myself I &lt;u&gt;couldn&apos;t&lt;/u&gt; control. Relationships being number one, and after some thought I&apos;ve realized that I&apos;m the only one who CAN control the way relationships effect my emotions. It&apos;s all about how far I&apos;m willing to let someone push/pull me, and in the past i&apos;ve given way too much. I&apos;ve&amp;nbsp;slso blamed my unappiness on school, and work, and any other obstacle that i&apos;m too lazy to even attempt to overcome. &lt;br /&gt;Consequently, when I change the direction of my relationship, my study habits in school, my work hours, or anything else--I&apos;m still unhappy. This has brought me to the conclusion that my current state isn&apos;t a result of any of these things, likewise changing these things will not change&amp;nbsp;the way&amp;nbsp;I feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;ve lived in Olive Hill (basically Morehead) for many years, 19 to be exact. Nineteen LOOONG years, in a small hell hole with zero opportunities and no economy. The most promising job one can hope for in morehead would be a position as Manager in a fast food chain, or maybe Walmart. There are few self-owned businesses that actually amount to anything, and in an area&amp;nbsp;as small as Morehead it would seem to be near impossible to get one started. Lately I&apos;ve been faced with two decisions-- stay here, finish out school (not sure what I want to be), continue to work at the Dollar General and risk spending more time than I want with that stupid company OR move somewhere (lexington most likely) take a semester off of school, so I can figure out exactly what I want to do without wasting time and/or getting the grades I don&apos;t want, and have many, many, MANY more opportunities. This may not be the way I need to look at things, but I feel like this will completely turn things around for me. I&apos;ve always been the most indecisive person, EVER and making a decision this big is scary, but what&apos;s even scarier is my future if I stay here.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve always thought there was just a block in my thought process when I tried to think out my life in Morehead,&amp;nbsp;but now I&apos;m realizing more and more that it could be because there&apos;s nothing here for me. I know I can be something great, well...I have the drive to be anyhow, I just need to learn what that is exactly...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I can do it, in fact I KNOW I can do it...&lt;br /&gt;...now, all I have to do is ACTUALLY go through with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take - choose the bolder. &lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 25 Nov 2007 04:55:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>..</title>
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  <description>.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  ..&amp;nbsp;giving up? a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahhhhh. I sure hope not, it&apos;s all I&apos;ve been doing lately.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:20:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Hmmm</title>
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  <description>Sometimes it&apos;s necessary to give up on something or someone, before you end up giving up on yourself.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 02:13:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Why do we shun those who only try to help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I thought we were supposed to move forward in life. However, lately I&apos;ve found myself on a downward/backward slop and i can&apos;t get any traction to go back up. Everything and everyone is failing me and noone seems to be on the same page as I am.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you really do have to hit the bottom before you can start to go back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the little things mean the most and I&apos;ve found that to be true, very true. It&apos;s quite hard to be happy when they&apos;re missing...&lt;br /&gt;..but should I really have to ASK for something as small as a damn HUG?!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 03:40:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>And the truth comes out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I didn&apos;t think anyone would ever know. Show&apos;s how much I know myself.&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2007 16:57:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>First Time...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;Looking at you..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...holding my breath, for once in my life, i&apos;m scared to death..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..I&apos;m taking a chance, letting you inside.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 05:19:59 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>You make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2007 03:41:54 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;AAAhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m happy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was great, road trip to Louisville for a softball game. I met some grand new people!&lt;br /&gt;I also FINALLY studied in the library! Well...pretended to study, but mostly talked ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the downside, it&apos;s very cold in my apartment. Boo.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 20:17:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;What a great night :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and day... hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Siiiiiggghhh....&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Christina A-Keep on Singin&apos; My Song</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 03:36:10 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOU read this, and take each of those three words to heart because they will NEVER change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know why I ever loved you, ever wanted you, ever believed in you or thought you were worth my time. You&apos;ve done nothing but hurt me. That&apos;s all you&apos;re good for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m so DONE with all of this...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 17:54:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I guess there&apos;s a right time and a wrong time for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my times tend to fall into the &apos;wrong&apos; category...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast the one I didn&apos;t want is gone...no more worrying, trying to be perfect, or hiding myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I won&apos;t hurt anymore...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 05:01:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Remember the time I told you, the way that I felt...</title>
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  <description>A strangled smile fell from your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It kills me that I hurt you this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is that I didn&apos;t even know&lt;br /&gt;Now there&apos;s a &lt;u&gt;million &lt;/u&gt;reasons for you to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you can find a reason to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;ll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what&apos;s at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I&apos;ve let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if we&apos;re gonna make this work&lt;br /&gt;You gotta &lt;strong&gt;let me inside&lt;/strong&gt; even though it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don&apos;t hide the broken parts that I need to see&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said&lt;strong&gt; like it or not&lt;/strong&gt; it&apos;s the way it&apos;s gotta be&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;ll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what&apos;s at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I&apos;ve let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know&lt;/u&gt; you deserve much better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remember the time I told you the way that I felt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that I&apos;d be lost without you and never find myself&lt;br /&gt;Let&apos;s hold onto each other above everything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Start over, start over&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&apos;ll do &lt;u&gt;whatever &lt;/u&gt;it takes&lt;br /&gt;To turn this around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I know what&apos;s at stake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I know that I&apos;ve let you down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you give me &lt;em&gt;a chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe that I can change&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll keep us together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Whatever it takes&lt;/u&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 05:38:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I&apos;m Tired...</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Your subtleties&lt;br /&gt;They strangle me&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain myself at all.&lt;br /&gt;And all that wants&lt;br /&gt;And all that needs&lt;br /&gt;All I don’t want to need at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A falling star&lt;br /&gt;Least I fall alone.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t explain what you can’t explain.&lt;br /&gt;Your finding things that you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;I look at you with such disdain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;br /&gt;My minds unweaving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s best you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;br /&gt;On this evening&lt;br /&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little insight will make this right&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to fight&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m on my own side&lt;br /&gt;It’s better than being on your side&lt;br /&gt;It’s my fault when your blind&lt;br /&gt;It’s better that I see it through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re the first to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I ever get involved with someone like YOU?&lt;br /&gt;From the first day I met YOU, everything in my life has revolved around YOU.&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s OVER. Never again will I speak to you, or even think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to ruin me huh?&lt;br /&gt;Good job, you succeeded&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 22:41:01 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;..for another night in a row, this is becoming too routine for me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 15:56:43 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I mean really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I feel any worse right now?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UGH&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 03:42:14 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;A breath of fresh air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Now that you’re gone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;I must have been blind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;It’s what I wished, all along&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;You tried to control me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;The things that I’d do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;You just failed to see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;I couldn’t be you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Molding and cutting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Shaping me to be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Just what you wanted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Not best for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Your best interest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Was only my worst&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;You never thought twice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Or once fixed the hurt&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Simply un-trustable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;What you were to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Now I’m exhausted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;It’s too plain to see&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Manipulation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;That’s your middle name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;I’m finally out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-FAMILY: Arial&quot;&gt;Not playing your game&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....well felt good to &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;get that &lt;/font&gt;out! Blah!&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <lj:music>Thrice-Artist in the Ambulance</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 17:44:31 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>First Time for Everything</title>
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  <description>I’m standing in the place we met&lt;br /&gt;Heart shakes, and then I sweat&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to see that it’s all over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to make this end?&lt;br /&gt;And could I really be your friend?&lt;br /&gt;I can barely just pretend it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing in the place we first kissed &lt;br /&gt;There’s so much I miss&lt;br /&gt;This I can’t resist cause I’m all over&lt;br /&gt;Where we took our first photograph, &lt;br /&gt;And where I first held your hand and laughed&lt;br /&gt;Awkward moments like that have passed, it’s over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;You’re fine and I believe it&lt;br /&gt;I’m something you never needed&lt;br /&gt;I can’t say the same for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;But there’s a first time for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll fall in love again &lt;br /&gt;When I begin my second time around&lt;br /&gt;It’s the last time I’ll think of you &lt;br /&gt;You can do what you’d like to do &lt;br /&gt;But if you only knew I’m never coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing in the place we first said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, I so relied on you for my smile&lt;br /&gt;I laid happiness in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t really understand&lt;br /&gt;The cost was more than I could stand &lt;br /&gt;It was miles wide</description>
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  <lj:music>First Time for Everything-Five Times August</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 20:32:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have closure, and I can now be happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;-Would have bled to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You didn&apos;t need to &lt;strike&gt;treat&lt;/strike&gt; me that way&lt;br /&gt;And now you beat me at my own game&lt;br /&gt;And now I&apos;m &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;sleeping soundly-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <lj:music>Maroon 5- Wake up call</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Maroon 5- Wake up call</media:title>
  <lj:mood>blank</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 13:27:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....</title>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;I don&apos;t want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I don&apos;t know what I want, but I know you aren&apos;t it...&lt;br /&gt;I just want it all to be over,&lt;br /&gt;with no memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s true, I wish I had &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; met you...</description>
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  <lj:music>Almost Lover</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 14:32:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t wanna study.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to the lake, but I have no car keys.&lt;br /&gt;Headache&apos;s are bad.&lt;br /&gt;as is Procrastination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..story of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---But you just can&apos;t see&lt;br /&gt;You turn every head but you don&apos;t see me---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <lj:music>Aqualung-Strange and Beautiful</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Aqualung-Strange and Beautiful</media:title>
  <lj:mood>shocked</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:14:39 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;If only I could have realized I was making such a mistake. Why couldn&apos;t I see it? I&apos;m so blind to everything until it&apos;s already begun, then it&apos;s too late.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m tired of all the regrets, all the what-if&apos;s, all of the I&apos;m sorry&apos;s and the heartbreak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know a good thing when I see it, or have it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m never satisfied, and although I&apos;m aware of this flaw, I cannot change it...</description>
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  <lj:music>A Fine Frenzy- Almost Lover</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">A Fine Frenzy- Almost Lover</media:title>
  <lj:mood>discontent</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2007 00:52:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>Why can&apos;t you just be honest?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you talk to her, I know how you feel...&lt;br /&gt;You must think you&apos;re better&amp;nbsp;or that you have special privelages. Like you can do things I can&apos;t.&amp;nbsp; Like everything you do is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re wrong, the fault&amp;nbsp;is yours. You should be sorry..&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 02 Sep 2007 23:46:50 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;So we&apos;ve put an &lt;strike&gt;end &lt;/strike&gt;to it this time. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m no longer yours and you&apos;re no longer mine. &lt;br /&gt;You said &lt;em&gt;this hill looks far too steep&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I&apos;m not even sure it&apos;s me you wanna keep. &lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s been &lt;strong&gt;ten days without you in my reach&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;the only time I&apos;ve touched you is in my sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve tried &lt;strike&gt;cutting the ropes&lt;/strike&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I let you go&lt;/strike&gt; but you&apos;re still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;won&apos;t&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;talk me into it next time, &lt;br /&gt;If I&apos;m going away your hearts coming too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&apos;Cos I miss your hands I miss your face.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I get back let&apos;s &lt;u&gt;disappear&lt;/u&gt; without a trace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cos it&apos;s been ten days without you in my reach, &lt;br /&gt;And &lt;u&gt;the only time I&apos;ve touched you is in my sleep.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve tried &lt;strike&gt;cutting the ropes,&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tried &lt;strike&gt;letting go&lt;/strike&gt; but you&apos;re still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, did you really think... &lt;br /&gt;Oh tell me, did you really think &lt;br /&gt;I had gone when you couldn&apos;t see me anymore? &lt;br /&gt;When you couldn&apos;t... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&apos;Cos baby time has changed nothing at all - &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still the only one that feels like home. &lt;br /&gt;And I&apos;ve tried cutting the ropes, &lt;br /&gt;I let you go but you&apos;re still the only one &lt;br /&gt;That feels like home, yeah, &lt;br /&gt;You&apos;re still the only one that feels like home</description>
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