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  <title>dezzzz</title>
  <subtitle>or die.</subtitle>
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    <name>desirella</name>
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  <updated>2008-05-22T08:13:49Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:34370</id>
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    <title>its been a minute.</title>
    <published>2008-05-22T08:13:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-22T08:13:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;im in the sky, flying high above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* i need to write a sex poem for cooke and learn how to type cause this is taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;nice night, i love my biddes rox and lex&amp;lt;3 they are the shit.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for prom and graduation&lt;br /&gt;and bed right now.. kinda im so fucked.&lt;br /&gt;then again im always fucked.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;im gonna not undestand this in the morning, am i?&lt;br /&gt;i love commas, and everyone&lt;br /&gt;my head is spiining and i feel like im in a dream world.&lt;br /&gt;drugs=awesome?&lt;br /&gt;haha im so gay&lt;br /&gt;this will be deleted.. most def.&lt;br /&gt;wild night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a cig &amp;amp; bed, love ya&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:34129</id>
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    <title>itchyhead.</title>
    <published>2008-04-04T05:08:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-04T05:08:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">im just wondering why you dont feel it&amp;nbsp;as strong as i do.&lt;br /&gt;say it!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:34037</id>
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    <title>let the world collapse and swallow.</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T18:02:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T18:02:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">as i&amp;nbsp;was reading sabrina's post just now i&amp;nbsp;got a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;lets not&amp;nbsp;get the wrong idea here - im so ready to graduate &amp;amp; leave capa, and leave philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;but then im not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill miss everyone, and all the memories&amp;nbsp;and i know i wont speak to&amp;nbsp;about half of my graduating class after june 18th, well probably more than half.&lt;br /&gt;everyone will go their different ways and become different people.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we&amp;nbsp;could all stay in touch somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then there's j. and i&amp;nbsp;dont&amp;nbsp;know how thats going to end..&amp;nbsp;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:33708</id>
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    <title>hesitation.</title>
    <published>2008-03-14T01:01:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-14T01:01:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">01. i got my license today !&lt;br /&gt;02.&amp;nbsp;i smoked about 6 blunts today&lt;br /&gt;03. i love my brother&lt;br /&gt;04. im going to manhattan for college next year, its official !&lt;br /&gt;05. ive learned that friends fuck you over, &amp;amp; suck.&lt;br /&gt;06. now i know the ones that actually give a shit about me&lt;br /&gt;07. i cried almost everyday for the past month&lt;br /&gt;08. and this week, i've started to feel better&lt;br /&gt;09. "according to the grapevine.." i just got out of rehab&lt;br /&gt;10. im in love with a boy who has dreads</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:33524</id>
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    <title>you're bed.</title>
    <published>2008-03-10T04:38:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-10T04:38:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">you're bed was the&amp;nbsp;best place in the world last night,&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe you let me cry to you.&lt;br /&gt;more than ever, i want&amp;nbsp;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:33101</id>
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    <title>take a walk on the wild side.</title>
    <published>2008-03-02T07:53:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-02T07:53:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">this is what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;i mean senior year and shit,&amp;nbsp;numsayeen?&lt;br /&gt;drugs&amp;amp;booze&amp;amp;friends&amp;amp;sex&lt;br /&gt;maybe even love,&amp;nbsp;cause i can feel it lingering in the air.&lt;br /&gt;* we have a whole&amp;nbsp;five more months to keep&amp;nbsp;fucking up.&lt;br /&gt;im loving everything right now, peace.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:33017</id>
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    <title>blunts hiphop &amp; sex.</title>
    <published>2008-02-27T05:15:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-27T05:15:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;SUM IT UP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. i cannot wait to get out of this city&lt;br /&gt;02.&amp;nbsp;i've lost m&amp;amp;s to the abyss&lt;br /&gt;03. we took our friendship to the next level, hoping it doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;04. smoking way too much weed, and losing track of the weeks and days and minutes. blurring&lt;br /&gt;05. realizing that no matter what the phase is im going through, ill get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;06. heartbroken ? the first two weeks are the hardest, then you adjust.&lt;br /&gt;07. the beginning of a relationship when you just stare and laugh at eachother before any fighting begins.&lt;br /&gt;08. the co-op in the basement&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;09. friday, feb. 29th DMV&lt;br /&gt;10. laughing until you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rooftop blunts&lt;br /&gt;jdilla, quasimodo, common&lt;br /&gt;your mouth and mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:32662</id>
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    <title>awwkwarddd jawn.</title>
    <published>2008-02-20T02:14:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-20T02:14:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well its a official now isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;he's a cutie &amp;amp; im happy = ] ! !</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:32349</id>
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    <title>yahh bitch yahh !</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T03:06:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T03:06:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i should delete that post from last night, but i wont ?&lt;br /&gt;loveit !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holla @ my niggaz, and this weekenddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;im peacin to the barrrr.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:32000</id>
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    <title>awkward moments = awkward love.</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T04:22:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T04:22:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;IMINLOVE IMINLOVE IMINLOVE IMINLOVE IMINLOVE IMINLOVE, with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;why me? why god, why ? im so in love with you can;t you see im so in love ohhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;im drunka s i right this,&amp;nbsp;dinner with the ladies on vday. holllllleR! royal tavern&amp;lt;3loveit!&lt;br /&gt;steven joined us, oh how nice and&amp;nbsp;im high&amp;nbsp;from chris's oh&amp;nbsp;how i love 7th and carpenter&lt;br /&gt;so much to choose&amp;nbsp;from. today i smoked a blunt with the bff and then we had awkward&lt;br /&gt;moments in his room while listening to jdilla, and im in love. i hope he likes me too.&lt;br /&gt;well i guess he does.&lt;br /&gt;"Im so happy right now" - ahhhhhhh, love is in the air everywhere i look around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE LOVE LOVE, love is all&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JRJRJRJRJRJRJRJRJRJR&amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:31879</id>
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    <title>toxic</title>
    <published>2008-02-08T02:05:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-08T02:05:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;im sorry for the past two weeks, and all the worrying i put you through.&lt;br /&gt;im done with the pills, and im done with the lying.&lt;br /&gt;i want you lay&amp;nbsp;in your bed with you and have you play with my hair forever.&lt;br /&gt;you're my best friend, and i want you more and more.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:31695</id>
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    <title>grizzly bear.</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T04:17:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T04:17:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i fell in love with a man on the street tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking down south towards second in front of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;maki house..&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he was walking past me we made eye contact and i felt like he saw through my soul no lie. we smiled at eachother i think i actually stopped walking? then after he passed by i turned to look at him and he was starring at me. he was beautiful. i need to find him, im writing an i love you/i hate you for the city paper.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:31318</id>
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    <title>7:55 am, you've now entered HELL.</title>
    <published>2008-01-31T05:20:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-31T05:20:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">first period- bullshit, wish i ever went or did my hw.&lt;br /&gt;second period- i would like to lynch mrs. young&lt;br /&gt;third period-&amp;nbsp;cooke, enough said&lt;br /&gt;fourth period-&amp;nbsp;WTF?!&amp;nbsp;i hate it, hate her,&amp;nbsp;and i want&amp;nbsp;S.E.&lt;br /&gt;fifth period- moon keeps calling me out ?&lt;br /&gt;sixth period- j-man, poor guy&lt;br /&gt;seventh period- newspaper/yocapanews/im never there&lt;br /&gt;eighth period- screenwriting/im never there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i still in school again, why is mrs. frechie trying to prove herself.. none of us want to do work and none of us care. especially me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:31139</id>
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    <title>i think it could all be true.</title>
    <published>2008-01-28T04:09:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-28T04:09:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my hair is greasy, and i should be in the shower right now.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to go downstairs and get the laundry out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going to school tomorrow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing the 35 source cards for dunphy.&lt;br /&gt;isn't there a day you dont have to show up for life ?&lt;br /&gt;i miss my buddy alexa, i havent seen her all weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* friday night i met the boy i want to date.&lt;br /&gt;yet ill probably never see him ever again, just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will get this job tomorrow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i graduate.. because @ this rate i wont be walking in june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get out of here so bad,&lt;br /&gt;but then again i don't.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to graduate &amp;amp; i dont want to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate high school.&lt;br /&gt;wish i wasn't so wishy washy.&lt;br /&gt;wish i had some type of motivation, i have no willpower to do anything anymore..&lt;br /&gt;especially anything to do with school.&lt;br /&gt;im peacing.</content>
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    <title>ride bikes with you.</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T04:14:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T04:14:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">all i wanna do is stay up late and watch cartoons with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i miss&amp;nbsp;being best friends, why&amp;nbsp;are&amp;nbsp;we awkward now?&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:30525</id>
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    <title>* to best friends !</title>
    <published>2008-01-22T05:14:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-22T05:14:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;last night was probably the funniest, most insane night of my life.&lt;br /&gt;ive since realized that you only need a couple great friends to get through&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; they'll alway be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;to make you laugh, to fuck up, to dance, and to have the best possible time in any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a video camera last night for all the insane people we came across!&lt;br /&gt;from dancing @ glam with the dj to making out with juiceman and then getting proposed to by israeli, vivian showing her us her tattoo which was eyelevel with her dick, the lesbian trying to makeout with maggie, speaking spanish to abdul, trying to escape the living room after hours club, hiding behind the dj booth, two many shots, kimball street parking lot, the blunt in the handicapp stall, and the walk from chris's after i lost my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's going down in the books ! &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's damned if you don't and it's damned if you do.</title>
    <published>2008-01-19T03:01:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-19T03:02:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;why must you hide everything you feel ?&lt;br /&gt;why do you act like you have no idea what their all talking about ?&lt;br /&gt;why do you act like you dont see it&amp;nbsp; .. when i know you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i like you so god damned much ?!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:29986</id>
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    <title>nopes.</title>
    <published>2008-01-14T04:27:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-14T04:27:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;hello hello, mister !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when you say my name&lt;br /&gt;it rolls off your tongue&lt;br /&gt;like a foreign exchange&lt;br /&gt;of love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>love&amp;communication</title>
    <published>2008-01-11T00:00:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-11T00:00:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i like when you call me by my full name.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:29481</id>
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    <title>the macaroni to my cheese..</title>
    <published>2008-01-08T01:36:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-08T01:36:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna tell you, how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;come with me, my love&lt;br /&gt;to the sea, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sea of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;*why can't we just make it happen,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;why can't i just admit i dont like anyone else..&lt;br /&gt;and that my heart flutters when your near.&lt;br /&gt;that i miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;how you always make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like im going to throw up(in a good way)&lt;br /&gt;when i catch you starring at me.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:desirella:29309</id>
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    <title>interruption.</title>
    <published>2008-01-07T03:17:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-07T03:17:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;one word: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;im so over school, it's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i keep thinking over and over in my head..&lt;br /&gt;im going to be gone soon.&lt;br /&gt;im going to be gone.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>madworld.</title>
    <published>2008-01-04T04:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-04T04:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i&amp;nbsp;dont want to be that girl anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im over getting my feelings hurt,&lt;br /&gt;im over wasting my time..&lt;br /&gt;im over thinking that people care about me when they&amp;nbsp;dont.&lt;br /&gt;not even a little bit, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not even at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>anything can happen on new years.</title>
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    <content type="html">i slept in camerons bed, and barney knows.&lt;br /&gt;oops&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>for the first time.</title>
    <published>2007-12-27T19:53:56Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;which one is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;knows what he is doing, in more than one way. mature and we have alot of the same interests. my body cant resist him, and i feel extremely comfortable when hes playing with my hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;has been there forever but in the background. he focused in october and since it has been alot of ups and downs.. we cant get enough of eachother friday-sunday, but we're friends monday-thursday. i cant get him out of my head, hes my weakness. wherever i go someone mentions his name, hes everywhere invading my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtffffff !&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>lumberjack whack*</title>
    <published>2007-12-24T00:29:12Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:HOLLA@CHAGURL"&gt;HOLLA@CHAGURL&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;last night was off the wall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART/ONE:&lt;br /&gt;pregame @ mary's with gab, atown, tori, alex, jordan, jussy, &amp;amp; fabbi (awkward crew)&lt;br /&gt;then giana's party at E0M, where me and fabs got our beer taken away ! wtffffff. (and we kissed?)&lt;br /&gt;fabs lost his phone, and the party was beattttttttttttx109385445.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*me, fabs, alex and tyler left to go to kev's party in the ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PART/TWO:&lt;br /&gt;kevs house was occupied by everyone i pretty much know..&lt;br /&gt;i was wasted and everything was really funny, i just remember laughing..&lt;br /&gt;jake was three sheets to the wind, and i took care of him (because im a wonderful friend)&lt;br /&gt;laid in bed with him &amp;amp; all.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3- why did i enjoy every single second of his delirious state, as he held my hand?&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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