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  <title>BeautifulLure</title>
  <subtitle>Come With Me</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-08-09T06:16:36Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:11286</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-07-13T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-14T04:09:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-14T04:09:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holy crap its been a long time. nothing much has happened. work. work. more work. promotion. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh yeah.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2541412/104438895.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:11108</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-06-07T23:23:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-08T04:23:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-08T04:23:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">had a really good time. had hella good seats. very...very....tired. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much loot to share later</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:11003</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-06-05T19:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-06T00:40:38Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-06T00:40:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">bitches! guess who's going to smackdown on tuesday?! that's right...its me!!!! WOOOOO!</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-04-17T23:44:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-18T04:45:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-18T04:45:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm losing it. i know i'm loved. But i think i'm boring him. I don't know. i think he's losing confidence in me. i dont' think i'll be dumped, nor neglected, but i don't want to bore him or hurt him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this feeling sucks. i love him so much.</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-04-15T21:08:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T02:08:17Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-16T02:08:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="400" align="center" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:10193</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-03-30T15:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-30T21:31:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-30T21:32:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Stolen from Kristy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;Where did you grow up: Mostly Maryland, Kansas, and Missouri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CALL:&lt;br /&gt;1. A body of water, smaller than a river, contained within relatively narrow banks? Creek&lt;br /&gt;2. What the thing you push around the grocery store is called? cart&lt;br /&gt;3. A metal container to carry a meal in? pail&lt;br /&gt;4. The thing that you cook bacon and eggs in? skillet&lt;br /&gt;5. The piece of furniture that seats three people? Couch&lt;br /&gt;6. The device on the outside of the house that carries rain off the roof? Gutter&lt;br /&gt;7. The covered area outside a house where people sit in the evening? Porch&lt;br /&gt;8. Carbonated, sweetened, non-alcoholic beverages? pop (sorry jojo)&lt;br /&gt;9. A flat, round breakfast food served with syrup? Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;10. A long sandwich designed to be a whole meal in itself? sub sandwich&lt;br /&gt;11. The piece of clothing worn by men at the beach? swim shorts&lt;br /&gt;12. Shoes worn for sports? tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;13. Putting a room in order? clean&lt;br /&gt;14. A flying insect that glows in the dark? Lightning bug&lt;br /&gt;15. The little insect that curls up into a ball? rollie-pollie&lt;br /&gt;16. The children's playground equipment where one kid sits on one side and goes up while the other sits on the other side and goes down? See-Saw&lt;br /&gt;17. How do you eat your pizza? no special way&lt;br /&gt;18. What's it called when private citizens put up signs and sell their used stuff? yard sale&lt;br /&gt;19. What's the evening meal? Dinner&lt;br /&gt;20. The thing under a house where the furnace and perhaps a rec room are? Basement&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you call the thing that you can get water out of to drink in public places? Water fountain</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:9523</id>
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    <title>Bene ha' Elohim: You're never alone, they are watching</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T20:26:46Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T20:26:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I used to think the best kind of love was an overwhelming fever, beautiful, an intense longing to MAKE another love you, yearning for them to love you back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I recently found that if you keep that kind to long, you neglect what I now find the best kind to be. You may never find it but I have. Its profound. Its beautiful. Its &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; the other person loves you. You don't have to yearn for it, its already there. Its a mutual understanding that you are literally filled with love and you don't have to pain for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this love for two, God and Jojo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope that in everyone's life time they find this at least once because it is beautiful to know that you could be somewhere all by yourself and still &lt;i&gt;not be alone&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never alone. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw...you can call my cellphone whenever you want, my jojo dear.</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-03-13T22:56:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-14T04:57:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-14T04:57:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/89060228.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:9030</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-03-12T17:40:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T23:45:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T23:45:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;some of these aren't so great quality but oh well...they were taken by jojo's sister&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837949.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the varsity...obviously&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837931.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;one of the entrances to underground atlanta&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837909.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;by ourselves&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837896.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;with his sister&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837878.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;in the fountain&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837868.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;the world of coke&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837852.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;still there&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837839.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;and again&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837824.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;guess where?&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837814.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;in the CNN center&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88837772.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;how sweet my goofy boy is!</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-03-11T18:02:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-12T00:03:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-12T00:04:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88705251.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Coke museum&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/88705149.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mushy kissy jojo heather picture&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;more to come once I scan them! (don't worry, that's the only mushy picture I'll torture you people with)</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-03-11T17:49:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-11T23:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-11T23:50:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I made a good impression. &lt;br /&gt;A quote from Jojo's dad:&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome to come stay with us anytime. You can come down this summer even if you and Jake &lt;i&gt;aren't&lt;/i&gt; speaking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good trip. I'll write more later. I miss my baby. *hugs jojo*</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-28T06:26:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-28T12:26:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-28T12:26:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">good luck, kiddo! &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>*rolls eyes and mimics jojo* LOVE IS A FIST!</title>
    <published>2005-02-27T06:03:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-27T06:03:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/candyheartquiz.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/beat-me.jpg" alt="Beat Me" width="103" height="103" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Candy Heart Is "Beat Me"&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between a spanking and a time out, you know what to choose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day isn't perfect, without a baseball sized bruise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget chocolate! It's all about taking a bit out of you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind a little scratch marks mixed in too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/candyheartquiz.html"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Naughty Candy Heart Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizdiva.com/"&gt;More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure that makes you giggle, jojo.</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-24T00:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-24T06:15:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-24T06:15:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got my tickets! The 5 of march to the 11 of march! woo! Thanks for your support, lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3 A song quote for Jojo:&lt;br /&gt;   "I'll suck my tongue&lt;br /&gt;    in remembrance of you"&lt;br /&gt;                - Björk &lt;br /&gt;    Until I get there &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-23T06:07:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T12:09:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T13:49:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;For &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cuddles you and holds you close* &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;p.s. check your email!</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-22T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-23T01:16:40Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-23T01:16:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well, I might get to go visit Jojo in Atlanta for spring break! I have to finalize it with his family first but its lookin good. The only thing I have to do now is collect 133.30 PLUS spending money. I can collect most of it by myself. If I had known that I was going to do this earlier I would have saved my birthday money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I HATE to cop out this way. I hate to beg and I hate to even ask, but here goes anyway *gets down on knees and looks you in the eyes* The tiniest little bit would help greatly and if you give me ten dollars I'll knit you a wonderful scarf of any color you want when I get back. Or you could consider it a wonderful birthday gift for a happy little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-but21.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it&amp;#39;s fast, free and secure!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="encrypted" value="-----BEGIN PKCS7-----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-----END PKCS7-----"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks at you with big doe eyes and a quivering lip* Please donate to the "Help the Heather get to the Jojo Fund." You can comment on this for the colors you want for a scarf if you want one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:6942</id>
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    <title>These shoes equal love</title>
    <published>2005-02-22T04:34:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-22T04:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/86370739.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2985789/86370763.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;lt;3 *smile*</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:6713</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-21T00:42:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T06:47:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T06:47:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">he gave her up for me&lt;br /&gt;he gave something and someone he thought might be perfect up for someone he knew was flawed&lt;br /&gt;he did it on his own&lt;br /&gt;I knew she existed...he told me she did...but I never knew how real she was to him&lt;br /&gt;I thought he did it because he felt he had to &lt;br /&gt;but he didn't&lt;br /&gt;he loves me and I hurt him&lt;br /&gt;he loves me so much it hurts and sometimes he hates loving me&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;but he does love me. I do love him. its weird&lt;br /&gt;he looks at me when I'm sleeping and wants to wake me up but doesn't&lt;br /&gt;he tells you all about what he hates about me and then I do it too&lt;br /&gt;he tells you he loves me but he wants me to go away and I do it too&lt;br /&gt;whats wrong with us?&lt;br /&gt;we love each other so much and we are so alike in what we do and we don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know now&lt;br /&gt;I know now &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-21T00:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-21T06:26:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-21T06:26:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its alright. Everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fall asleep tonight and dream of you. I will remember my vows time and time again. I will smile. I will laugh. Because I love you. I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smile and a kiss* &amp;lt;3 Real love is forever. &amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Glasses bitches!</title>
    <published>2005-02-14T05:31:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-14T05:31:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic3.picturetrail.com/VOL19/1336581/2541412/85354069.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:5508</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-10T16:51:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-10T22:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-10T22:53:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's my birthday!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:5368</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-08T22:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-09T04:36:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-09T04:36:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I lay down next to him after he's already fallen asleep and I can feel the bed ever so slightly rise and fall with his breathing, the heat from his body accumulates in the space between us, and I can't help but smile.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:5007</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-05T18:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-06T00:38:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-06T00:38:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm so frustrated. I understand how things are now. I'm a standby. That's it. I get to wait. I get to sit here and hope he doesn't find someone else, but be happy if he does. He's not mine in any way. But I still get all the benifits of a girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the dark. I really don't know what's going on with him at all. I just have to "have faith" in myself and the idea that I'm good enough to go back to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I good enough to go back to? Or will some other pretty loser get what I want?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:4681</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-02-04T21:52:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-05T03:51:36Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-05T03:51:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">let me tell you something....&lt;br /&gt;corneal ulcers suck. &lt;br /&gt;Be good with your contacts people...&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't take much to fuck up and get one.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:beautifullure:4545</id>
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    <title>beautifullure @ 2005-01-29T20:25:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-30T02:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-09T06:16:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm the one that holds him. I'm the one that sleeps next to him, with him. I'm the one that stays up with him all night when he's sick. I'm the one that cooks for him. I'm the one that wipes his tears away. I'm the one that shares his interests. I'm the one that looks in his eyes and knows when its all right. I'm the one that has that recipricated by him. Not you. You will never have that. He doesn't want you. You are a mere friend. Sometimes an amusement in his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL NEVER HAVE HIM. I. AM. GOING. TO. MARRY. HIM. Not you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me a favor, Kristy. Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held my tongue long enough. I will not hold it anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start acting like his friend. Not his wannabe lover. Or I &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; bring your life down around your feet.</content>
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