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  <title>bye</title>
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  <updated>2003-12-08T21:36:48Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ch0ke_me_hard:26436</id>
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    <title>ch0ke_me_hard @ 2003-12-08T16:35:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-08T21:36:48Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-08T21:36:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i love it when my friends abandon me</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ch0ke_me_hard:26323</id>
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    <title>ch0ke_me_hard @ 2003-12-03T09:40:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-03T14:41:26Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-03T14:41:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="990000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; &lt;b&gt;kill&lt;/b&gt; then my profession would be staring at &lt;u&gt;marlene&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;laura&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;miguel&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="cc0000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ch0ke_me_hard:24175</id>
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    <title>and this is.. the art of growing up</title>
    <published>2003-11-27T16:44:23Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-27T16:46:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;keep the noise&lt;sub&gt; low&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; recover from a night like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a victim still lying in bed &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; motionless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;b&gt;"this is so messed up"&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the body on the bed beckons foward and &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she &lt;b&gt;starts&lt;/b&gt; growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;die young and save yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;u&gt;used&lt;/u&gt; to be the reason i breathed but now it's &lt;b&gt;choking&lt;/b&gt; me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;despite everything &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she learned from &lt;strike&gt;his&lt;/strike&gt; her friends &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she doesn't feel so prepared.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; he is breathing quiet and smooth (&lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she is &lt;big&gt;gasping&lt;/big&gt; for air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;"this is the first and last time"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;he's&lt;/strike&gt; she's &lt;b&gt;holding&lt;/b&gt; back from telling &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; him &lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt; what it feels like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she is a &lt;b&gt;lamb&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; he is the &lt;big&gt;slaughter&lt;/big&gt;. &lt;strike&gt;she's&lt;/strike&gt; he's moving &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;way&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; to fast and all &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she wanted was to &lt;u&gt;hold&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; that &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she tells &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; him is &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; having an effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she whispers that &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;loves&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;strike&gt;her&lt;/strike&gt; him but &lt;strike&gt;she&lt;/strike&gt; he is probably only looking for... so much &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; than &lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she could &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;he&lt;/strike&gt; she waits for it to &lt;i&gt;end&lt;/i&gt; and for the aching in &lt;strike&gt;his&lt;/strike&gt; her guts to &lt;i&gt;subside&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up the stairs, the station where the &lt;u&gt;act&lt;/u&gt; is the &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;art  of growing up.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;die young and save yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;//&lt;/b&gt; brand new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;//&lt;/b&gt; sic transit gloria... glory fades</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ch0ke_me_hard:22055</id>
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    <title>oh sooo true</title>
    <published>2003-11-15T18:57:43Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-15T18:57:43Z</updated>
    <lj:music>linkin park // numb</lj:music>
    <content type="html">dear mommy and daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;i'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step that i take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do is be more like me and less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant you see that your smothering me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding too tightly, afraid to loose control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;everything that you thought i would be is falling apart right infront of you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every step that i take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i've become so numb i can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that i may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ive become so tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive become this but all i want to do is be more like me and less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i've become so numb&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;raquel</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ch0ke_me_hard:495</id>
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    <title>what's the price to pay for glory?</title>
    <published>2003-08-15T06:18:31Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-07T21:18:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>finch // &lt;b&gt;what it is to burn&lt;/b&gt;</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;FRIENDS ONLY!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/338%3A9%3C%3B923232%7Ffp47%3Dot%3E232%3A%3D934%3D92%3B%3DXROQDF%3E23234654%3B%3A89%3Aot1lsi"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ image © &lt;a href="http://troubled.deviantart.com/"&gt;troubled&lt;/a&gt;  }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't another photograph of a girl showing her body to the masses. Asking to be told she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is about &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to look like little sluts? What makes boys like us better if our tits were bigger and our bones were visible? Why should I cover myself in some animal-tested make-up just to pleasure their needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself those questions &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me dressed in vomit. My head in the toilet. My pants smeared with bloodstains.&lt;br /&gt;You hate me. &lt;b&gt;Now you hate me.&lt;/b&gt; I waved goodbye with my middelfinger in your nose. &lt;br /&gt;Your own little &lt;strike&gt;slut&lt;/strike&gt; parade is dead. Dead to the memories that made me a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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