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  <title>first you want to kill me ..</title>
  <subtitle>now you want to kiss me....BLOW</subtitle>
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    <name>Roxi</name>
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  <updated>2005-04-25T06:10:47Z</updated>
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    <title>fukin pop ups</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T06:10:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>weird science</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;ohman these fukin pop ups suk ass majorly ..newho not much goin on here ..cept still sad nick goin into marines...i hate every1..lol..n it just dawned on me that i have changed n well actually more liek an old friend whom ive known since i was 12 (first bf ever) is visitin from flordia n he was liek whoa wen did u turn soo cold hearted n edgy n soo soo FUKIN MEAN...n i was liek i am not then i realised i am..well maybe after i got my heart n child ripped out of me n forever lost n bein abused mentally n physically maybe that did it for me maybe since then i no longer trust i no longer must get attached..im not that lil 12 year old who smiles n is happy at everythin or talk to random people nemore..that child is dead..that person is dead and it doesnt look liek itl be returnin netime soon..n i dont thin i want it to either...why do i want people to liek me ..wat do they have to ofer me ..nothin thats it wait no i wouldnt say nothin i would say headaches fukin headaches...n y would i want to start datin again wat does that do ..i spilled my heart once&amp;nbsp; n opend up once b where dis that get me ..ill tel u wherea year n a half later havin spent 4 month at the end of that bein pregnant n thinkin every thin wil be ok everytin i knew felt saw had was lost in just one day..my child my lover .. my house n fam..my friendsmy life..everythin down the drain ...so now i have no reason to love no reason to be nice no reason to trust....and now as i try to get a lil bit bak i am left w/ a family who doent trust me n restrains me...no1 around me to help me love again my heart wil bever see light again but oh well this is my life i made it this way only thin is i dont think i can fix it...I HATE THIS I HATE U&amp;nbsp; AND I HATE MY SELF&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;love = shit....id rather hang myself then love again&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;but for some reason i get this feelin inside me sometimes to be held again n cared for n lay w/ some1 n know things r ok.to be kissed again...for some1 to call me beautiful no one has ever called me beautiful.....&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;goin to go n die now..&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;lt;3roxi&amp;lt;3&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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