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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Aug 2007 16:26:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Last Post I guess</title>
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  <description>Even though I rarely post in this thing, this shall be my last post. With College starting soon, I&apos;d figured i would just no longer come to this site. *Facebook is a maybe* Other than that, here are some important dates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 8th: Wisdom Teeth get yanked out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aug 16th: Leave Corpus and move in with best friend...FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, in two weeks I&apos;m Finally gone. This summer put a lot of things in focus. Who your real friends are, and those who say they are. You will always have those friends who call you to hang out or just to talk, and those are true friends to the end. Then there are those who call themselves your friend, but they never call *unless they need something* or rarely even speak to you. Those people, fuck&apos;em. My last two weeks shall be spent with the people I love and treasure, and just having a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss the water, I will miss the friends, I will miss the family, wont miss the drama of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG CORPUS!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2007 23:55:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...He is pretty spot on....</title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 17:47:58 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I wish life was like this...</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 03:41:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....Screw drugs, the flu fucks you up!</title>
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  <description>Alright people, tomorrow, yall will get a real treat. During my 3 day battle with the flu, vomiting, 3 days of not eating, a 103 Degree fever something odd came from it...12 dreams. I kept slipping in and out of consiousness and during those times, I had 12 really fucked up dreams. I am going to type them out, but sadly, I can only remember 5-6 in great detail the rest are too scattered.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Feb 2007 18:11:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ghost....break out the clay pots</title>
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  <description>Am I a ghost like Nadia says? Do I no longer exist in my group of friends? Maybe its better this way.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 04:56:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>And so it ends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what you may ask am I referring to? That I cannot say, for it pertains to many subject, few that mean nothing, and one that means the world to me.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 23:18:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And so it rains.</title>
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  <description>Eh, my plans for the night of favorites got a small dent in them now. With the loss of a few bodies, Im going to have to rethink my whole game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could A) Continue on with my plans and find some new people *if cal is free*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        B) Go to favorites.....But I dont like that idea one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        C)Kill Roman,I dont like the idea of it, but a lot of people will like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        D)Go out of town for shopping *Sounds gay, so sue me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you scrubs for putting that song in the best episode ever...cant get it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....how to save a life</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:24:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Need a life...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:58:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Need a vacation...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 21:54:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>What is done is done...</title>
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  <description>Eh, it was a good run, and we had lots of laughs and fun times. I will be forever changed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Austin Powers: &quot;Im Single Again!&quot;.....sadly.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 06:16:17 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I think Journalism pool is off since no one seemed to care about it, oh well.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 19:20:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Its all very Zen my child...</title>
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  <description>Eh, I just ironed about 25 of my shirts *Some I even forgot about* and I must say, it was most likely the most zen like thing I have ever done. I just zoned out and did all of them, and cleared my head a great deal. Just for Roman:&quot;You could say you ironed the wrinkles out of your brain, ha ha&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I finally gotten over my illness, but the cough still lingers around. Tonight is Miss Julia&apos;s birthday dinner, then tomorrow pool with the J-Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Journalism people who want to play pool, tomorrow at 1:30, at slick willies, it&apos;s by chucky cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been trying to deal with things at a slower rate so not to go crazy, but sometimes, you just cant deal with everything.....Im no superman *I am a huge scrubs fan, so sue me*</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jan 2007 04:36:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Sometimes I just want life to stand still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can&apos;t do this all on my own.....Im no Superman</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 22:59:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I HATE SENIOR PARTY! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2007 07:18:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>And here is Adam LeBlanc with the weekly news... *cue camera*</title>
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  <description>Good Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we will begin with my visit to our towns above us: San Marcos and San An.....*throws script out* Ok, I dont mean to sound racist, BUT WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH PEOPLE FOR MEXICO ACTING LIKE FUCKING DICKS!? Up at the outlet malls 70% of the people there must have been from Mexico *I was counting license plates and people who spoke only 4 words of english to others* I enter a store, any store, and I have to hold the door for 50 people. Not because they were just leaving or entering, because they would wait outside/inside for someone to open the door for them. Then in the store, they would take the clothes to the front, and if they didnt like the price *god knowing why the hell they would bother the cashiers with huge lines* they would just leave the product at the front, not say a word, and leave. I guess Im the only one who puts back stuff I didnt like. Parking is another issue, people would park in fire lanes, and sit in their car just so the family can go store to store, and not have to worry about walking long distances. Ladies and Gentlemen, it gotten so bad to the point where I refused to shop anymore, and thats something hard for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Texas State: The Campus was ok looking, I mean, it was old, it was a sucky day, and it was very very hilly. The tour guide was nice, but the tour itself sucked majorly. We didnt go into any classes, nor dorms, so I was left with so many unanswered questions. But I did found out something I didnt know: TSU favors Education, Music, and Geography, and thats what they told me, so Im S.O.L. Im leaning more towards UTSA now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Trip. I gotta say, it was most likely the last trip I have done in awhile with family and a group of family friends, The Burks. We had a ton of laughs, got a lot of shopping done, and overall, I say it was a great way to end the Winter Break....but someone was waiting for me when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today*Friday*: I spent the day with my favorite girl Alyssa, and just sat around in each other&apos;s arms and watched crap. If I had to choose between the trip and her(Minus Mexico residents), it would be a coin-toss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I dont want the break to end.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 04:10:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I love surprises....</title>
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  <description>When it comes to random outings and surprising me... I think Alex and Roman take the cake *Yes Roman, using your puns* I cant thank yall enough for the wonderful evening of fun and just pure joy. Yall really brightened my day with the outing. Even though yall whooped my ass in pool. Roman...Mini-skirts *elbow elbow* MY father ate all the cake ;-;. We should do stuff like that more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: Im gone Wed. and Thursday yall, so if anyone needs something....you might want to call someone else. Off to San Marcos for some shopping and college looking. Friday Ill be busy with a woman who can also brighten up my day...or make it a living hell at her whim. So Sat. Ill be back in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later loves.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2006 06:10:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Alright boys gather around...</title>
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  <description>Apparently, I get some romance advice asked here and there, so I guess I should lay down some of the rules that men should follow...there are 24...good luck men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 ways to keep your girlfriend happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When she asks how she looks, shrug and say &quot;could be better.&quot; This will keep her on her toes, and girls love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never hold her hand. This can be interpreted as a sign of weakness. If she grabs your hand, squeeze hers really, really hard until she cries. This will impress her by showing her what a strong man you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Once a month sneak up on her from behind and knock her over. Girls are like dogs. They love to be roughed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call her in the middle of the night to ask if she&apos;s sleeping. If she is, say &quot;you better be.&quot; Repeat this 4 or 5 times until morning. This will show her you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When she is upset about something, suggest to her that it might be her fault. This will pave the way for her own personal improvement, and every girl needs some improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Recognize the small things; they usually mean the most. Then when she&apos;s sleeping, steal all her small things and break them. Because jewelry is for wussies and Asian ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you&apos;re talking to another girl, make sure she&apos;s looking. When she is, stare into her eyes, mouth the words &apos;**** you,&apos; and grab the other girl&apos;s ass. Girls love competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell her you&apos;re taking her out to dinner. Drive for miles so she thinks it&apos;s going to be really special. Then take her to a burning tire yard. When she starts to get upset tell her you were just kidding and now you&apos;re really going to take her to dinner. Then drive her home. When she starts crying and asks why you would do something like that lean over and whisper very quietly into her ear &quot;...because I can.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Introduce her to your friends as &quot;some chick&quot;. Women love those special nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Play with her hair. Play with it HARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Warm her up when she&apos;s cold... but not by giving her your jacket, because then you might get cold. Rather, look her in the eye and say, &quot;If you don&apos;t stop *****ing about the cold right now, you&apos;re going to be *****ing about a black eye.&quot; The best way to get warm is with fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Take her to a party. When you get there she&apos;ll have to go to the bathroom (they always do). Leave immediately. Come back right when the party&apos;s dying and yell at her the whole way home for ditching you at the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make her laugh. A good way to do this is if she has a small pet. Kick the pet. I always find stuff like that funny. Why shouldn&apos;t girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Let her fall asleep in your arms. When she&apos;s fast asleep, wait 10 minutes then JUMP UP AND SCREAM IN HER EAR! Repeat until she goes home and you can use your arms for more important things. Like basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spit often. I hear girls like guys that spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you care about her, never ever tell her. This will only give her self confidence. Then you can never turn her into the object she deep down desires to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Every time you&apos;re in her house steal one of the following: shoes, earrings, or anything else that comes in pairs. Only take one of the pair. This way she&apos;ll go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Take her out to dinner. Right when she&apos;s about to order interrupt and say &quot;No, she&apos;s not hungry&quot;. Make her watch you eat. Girls love a guy that speaks for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Look her in the eyes and smile. Then clock her one. Girls love a spontaneous guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Give her one of your t-shirts... and make sure it has your smell on it. But not a sexy cologne smell. A bad smell. You know what I&apos;m talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you&apos;re listening to music, and she asks to hear it, tell her no. This way she&apos;ll think you&apos;re mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Remember her birthday, but don&apos;t get her anything. Teach her material objects aren&apos;t important. The only thing that&apos;s important is that she keeps you happy. And your happiness is the greatest present she can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. When she gives you a present on your birthday, Christmas, or just whenever, take it and tell her you love it. Then next time you know she&apos;s coming over on a trash day leave the trash can open and have the present visibly sticking out of the can. Girls actually don&apos;t like this one that much, but I think it&apos;s funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If she&apos;s mad at you for not calling her when you say you will, promise her that you will call her at a certain time of the day. This will ensure that she waits by the phone. Tell her when you call you&apos;re going to tell her a special surprise. Now she&apos;ll be really excited. Now don&apos;t call. That&apos;s also quite funny!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Dec 2006 06:10:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>*Sigh* Another Christmas gone by and another Christmas ruined by the fact that I just have to let my mouth run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE IS TO YOU OH DAY OF RUIN! *tips bawls at the day* YOU FUCKING PRICK!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 22:19:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oh Carol Bells...</title>
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  <description>Why must you ruin my remaining year? You always come around every year pushing us to act all nice to one another and buy gifts for others even if you dont like them. Why cant you just take a break for one year? Just one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to sound like Ebenezer, but I truly hate this holiday, even more so this year. My father becomes Hyde without the duality of his personality, and my mother seeps into a depression since the birth of some messiah is the same as her own. I feel bad for her since she is cooking and cleaning for the party on this coming sunday evening, and everyone says &quot;Merry Christmas&quot; to her rather than &quot;Happy Birthday&quot;, as if everyone has forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where is my solace in this time of year? My only salvation is the fact every year I have at least one friend come over and we hang out, saves me from the boredom of family, and loneliness, but sadly, Neal is gone, Alyssa is gone, CJ is doing her thing, and me and Cal havent hung out in a long ass time because he has been either busy, or we just dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it seems rather whinny of me to talk this way about this great holiday, but I truely despise it. The only quality I like about it, is the ability to give my friends gifts and seem them happy. Yet they ruin it by giving me a gift -____-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Merry Christmas to those who read this *even though I dont update anymore* and Bah Humbug.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 04:11:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>....No one better steal my idea....*hiss*</title>
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  <description>Roman and I are possibly going to plan something big...just gotta talk with a few people to get the ball....rolling.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 12:41:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Soon to update</title>
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  <description>I will soon update on the San Antonio trip....first I just need to relax and sleep it off.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 16:38:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Tired, but all worth it!!!</title>
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  <description>*sigh* This year is going by so fast, but last night was the best night in a long time. Homecoming was freaking awesome and I dont think it could have gotten any better. Dinner was so so, but the great friends made it better. When we got the dance, I swear to god, they thought I had a gun or something. Anyways on to the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned...I cant dance. I knew this, but last night proved it. Alyssa is a great dancer, and I think she wanted to dance alone rather than with me because I sucked rather badly. Im white, so sue me. Saw a bunch of friends who looked fabulous. Afterwards we went to ihop and just all chilled out till it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the best thing of the night, as always, was Alyssa. God she looked so gorgeous. I think even gorgeous would be a understatement. How did a schmuck like me end up with a woman like her? Oh well, I&apos;ll worry about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to get some energy back, later loves.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 04:10:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&quot;no one can replace you to me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think I&apos;m going to be happy for a week ^_^</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 02:27:56 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Adam: but we broke up...&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: no, we didn&apos;t &lt;br /&gt;Adam: Im pretty sure I just said we were over&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: wait a sec!&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: i won&apos;t get these pics back!&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: hmm&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *wonders when she will find out he wasnt kidding*&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: ill have to use the bad ones&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: adam, stop trying to be an ass&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: you&apos;re no good at it&lt;br /&gt;Adam: why is it you find it so hard to believe that I want to break up?&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: because i know you don&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;Darkness470: You dont think Im tired of the abuse? Tired of always being paranoid? &lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: no, i don&apos;t think you are&lt;br /&gt;Adam: ...&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: you would be acting all moody and sad if you were&lt;br /&gt;Adam: I cant escape you can I?&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: nope&lt;br /&gt;Adam: ...I hate my life</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Sep 2006 02:23:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;I look alive, i&apos;m dead inside&lt;br /&gt;my heart has holes where black blood flows&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;ll do some drugs &amp; fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&amp; get fucked up while the world just shrugs&lt;br /&gt;with no though logically&lt;br /&gt;we&apos;re wandering the streets so aimlessly&lt;br /&gt;i hate to see these kids just being&lt;br /&gt;put down so painlessly&lt;br /&gt;and people say you dye your hair and wear tight jeans&lt;br /&gt;that doesnt mean that you cant scream and like loud noise&lt;br /&gt;you got a choice, you have a voice&lt;br /&gt;and just because you show no love, and hate on us,&lt;br /&gt;you FUCKED OUR TRUST&lt;br /&gt;now watch me thrust this knife called lust&lt;br /&gt;into my chest until it busts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate&lt;br /&gt;is burning me away&lt;br /&gt;its hard to face that we&apos;re&lt;br /&gt;all the same&lt;br /&gt;this love this hate&lt;br /&gt;is burning me away&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard at times like these&lt;br /&gt;that never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re mad at the fact that your dad is an addict&lt;br /&gt;you&apos;re friend takes pills,&lt;br /&gt;he thinks it cures sadness&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m not here to attack and make your kids panic&lt;br /&gt;but it&apos;s just tragice the way these kids have it&lt;br /&gt;everybody sins and it all begins&lt;br /&gt;it goes back around, no body ever wins&lt;br /&gt;and you stab yourself in the back&lt;br /&gt;everybody just RELAX&lt;br /&gt;it all just hits so close to home&lt;br /&gt;we all got friends, but we stand alone&lt;br /&gt;and you&apos;re on your own, in a broken home&lt;br /&gt;you keep the truth inside and it stays unknown&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia hits and its time to quit&lt;br /&gt;and everybody acts like it dont mean shit&lt;br /&gt;and you&apos;re friend would stab you just to fuck some girl&lt;br /&gt;put your hands in the air, scream, FUCK THE WORLD! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s buring me away&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard to face that we\&apos;re,all the same&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s burning me away&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s hard at times like these&lt;br /&gt;that never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET GO&lt;br /&gt;(I&apos;ll bring you closer)&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;(hold on tightly)&lt;br /&gt;LET GO&lt;br /&gt;(we&apos;re going nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE&lt;br /&gt;(and things aren&apos;t over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harder times like THESE&lt;br /&gt;growing up on the streets&lt;br /&gt;harder times like THESE&lt;br /&gt;we\&apos;ll put you back on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate&lt;br /&gt;is burning me away&lt;br /&gt;its hard to face that we\\\&apos;re&lt;br /&gt;all the same&lt;br /&gt;this love this hate&lt;br /&gt;is burning me away&lt;br /&gt;it\&apos;s harder times like these&lt;br /&gt;that never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I fall to the ground with my tear drops,&lt;br /&gt;and I get lost everytime my heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s burning me away&lt;br /&gt;and I fall to the ground with my tear drops,&lt;br /&gt;and I get lost everytime my heart stops,&lt;br /&gt;this love, this hate !&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s burning me away ! &lt;/center&gt;</description>
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