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 <title>first day of my life</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/07/first-day-of-my-life</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;This is the first day of my life&lt;br /&gt;
I swear I was born right in the doorway&lt;br /&gt;
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed&lt;br /&gt;
They&#039;re spreading blankets on the beach&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yours is the first face that I saw&lt;br /&gt;
I think I was blind before I met you&lt;br /&gt;
Now I don’t know where I am&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;
But I know where I want to go&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And so I thought I’d let you know&lt;br /&gt;
That these things take forever&lt;br /&gt;
I especially am slow&lt;br /&gt;
But I realize that I need you&lt;br /&gt;
And I wondered if I could come home&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Remember the time you drove all night&lt;br /&gt;
Just to meet me in the morning&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 15:16:52 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>now im free</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;from what you want.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 02:53:11 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>alive.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;i totally just spazzed out. but now im ok. holy shit that was so scary to me hahaha&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 14:05:31 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>fences.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;im getting frantic and i feel depressed. i haven&#039;t really been depressed for a while but i think tonight it will be bad. it only happened in the past few hours. its getting worse. its been awhile i guess im due. this sucks haha&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 13:22:21 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>creep</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don&#039;t think myspace is a reliable source to meet friends or try to know someone. My friends have told me they hardly know anything about me, some have them have known me a while. I don&#039;t know if anyone really knows me, how far does the extent of &#039;know&#039; even go? When people ask me about myself I tell them my interests. That&#039;s how I&#039;ve seen myself. On myspace I don&#039;t have a couple of bullets saying what I love to do. I&#039;ve only said, I have a sense of humor, do you? Afterall, I think that&#039;s the most important part anyone should ever know about me. I can&#039;t be defined by interests.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 04:50:40 +0400</pubDate>
 <dc:creator>the_loser</dc:creator>
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 <title>i really miss, what really did exist</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;sometimes the blood from real cuts, feels real nice when it&#039;s really mine.&lt;br /&gt;
-for real&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Every time I walk I forget how good it is for me. It&#039;s so cleansing. It feels as if everything in my mind just blows away and I feel content enough to be ok with everything. It&#039;s really nice.&lt;br /&gt;
Spring break is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m feeling pretty great. The last couple of days before break I was feeling a little distracted, out of it, and was in a daze. I thought for sure I&#039;d start feeling depressed. But I didn&#039;t.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 06:54:18 +0400</pubDate>
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 <title>i dont belong here</title>
 <link>http://www.oasisjournals.com/2009/03/i-dont-belong-here</link>
 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rollercoasters are so fun. I wish I could ride one right now. Emotional rollar coasters are NOT fun. I wish I wasn&#039;t riding this one. Sugar crashes cause depression--If only for a short time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Oh, my dear, when will we finally begin? When will we start? if ever we have a beginning...&lt;br /&gt;
Hey! Best friend! Where art thou? Have you grown bored of me??&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2009 05:06:45 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>not about to see your light.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Children are the essence of purity, and the essence of innocence. They are unafflicted by the corruption of society, and the bias that the media forces upon us, on everyone. They are unjudgmental. Kids make friends with anyone without judgment. They don&#039;t care if you&#039;re rich or poor, what you look like, what clothes you wear, or what you&#039;re interested in. They just want to have fun. I wish that everyone else were as content and noncaring as them. When you reach junior high and high school, there are certain people you don&#039;t hang out with.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 05:12:30 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>i want domination</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want your submission.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;To you-&lt;br /&gt;
I&#039;m sorry I&#039;m such a loser. I&#039;m sorry I can&#039;t make it real. I&#039;m sorry for everything I&#039;m not, everything I am. I hate it. I&#039;m sorry I can&#039;t be better.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 01:07:17 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>i dont care if it hurts</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;i want to have control.&lt;br /&gt;
i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt;
-creep.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2009 06:48:37 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>i hate your fucking boyfriend.</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha i love schoolyard heroes :D&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I haven&#039;t written in a while.&lt;br /&gt;
I figured out I only write when I am pretty messed up and feeling depressed. So it must be a good thing I haven&#039;t written in a while :D I&#039;ve been in a great mood. It feels like spring is here, (besides the snow the other day) and the third trimester has finally begun! Woot! I love my classes so far and I think i probably will make some friends. I haven&#039;t really  made any this year. How ridiculous!&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 07:29:51 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>six gun quota</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately it seems like everything is falling apart around me. I know I always say nothing really effects me, cause I know it will pass and I really don&#039;t care, but I&#039;m starting to think everything has had a deeper impact on me. I&#039;m starting to think it&#039;s been seeping in and it has just taken longer. The only thing that really has a direct effect on me is if I have a crush cause I go through major mood swings and shit.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 06:21:17 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>Except the moment I decided to move on</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;and I ignited.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying. I&#039;m trying.&lt;br /&gt;
I am. Am I? Maybe I love self destructing more than recovering. Sometimes I think I could have a split personality. Half the time I&#039;m helping myself and the other half the time I&#039;m just trying to kill myself. Everything feels like a muddled mess.&lt;br /&gt;
One day at a time though. Woot for optimism.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 08:50:07 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>...in the sky</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;im surprised when i look in the mirror theres a reflection.&lt;br /&gt;
im surprised there is someone there, all this time i feel like i have no substance.&lt;br /&gt;
im surprised theres even a face. i feel like bliss.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:28:27 +0300</pubDate>
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 <title>explosions...</title>
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 <description>&lt;!--paging_filter--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;are you okay?&quot; he asked&lt;br /&gt;
no, dad, im not okay, im an angsty emotional teenager who never gets out and sits alone in the house all day contemplating the purpose of my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;yeah, im just not hungry, you guys can go though&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
i dont care for eating out much. i like the meals you throw together with whatever you find in the cuboard. it makes me feel resourceful.&lt;/p&gt;
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 <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 00:12:48 +0300</pubDate>
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