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  <title>psychoninjachya</title>
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    <name>psychoninjachya</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-17T18:20:47Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:psychoninjachya:1397</id>
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    <title>Bueatifully twisted is my love...</title>
    <published>2008-12-17T18:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-17T18:20:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Shes hurt him...&lt;br /&gt;Some sick and twisted game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&lt;span&gt;He said he loved her but will he say it again. Her word ruptured his insides as he said and she denied ever sending him the words. She wants more then he knows how to give. She doesn&amp;rsquo;t even know what it is, that imprudent need of unknowing want. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9900"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was never enough never enough for her. Sure when it began it was great but now, now its old lost its shine. She thinks of there future so often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the life she wants...&lt;br /&gt;how to rise up and take action...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;She wants him to&amp;hellip;to start the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;conversation but she never gives him the chance she sticks to the present because he fears seeing further than now. Her lust... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Her gluttony... &lt;br /&gt;She drew the lines, now she desires for him to cross them. She won&amp;rsquo;t tell him she just expects him to. She anticipates it, but it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffcc"&gt;&lt;span&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffcc"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;comes&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;It never comes because he loves her. He would put his head on the chopping block IF IT PLEASED HER SO&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffcc"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffff"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;She is so far gone at times this may please her. To watch the one she is with to endure such pains&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;Moribund is the way, falling so far down&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ccff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Diamonds don&amp;rsquo;t shine in the dark, but in her darkness she want it all the same. A ring to seal his fate. He would desire only for her contentment, forever knowing she doesn&amp;rsquo;t weep. She would desire for what he can&amp;rsquo;t give always&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Always wanting. Always taking and rarely giving. For her he gives the world&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;But in her perverted state of mind it&amp;rsquo;s not enough because she can&amp;rsquo;t reach the stars. When he&amp;rsquo;s dieing from pain in his heart and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt; all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;strain he went through to see her smile she will cry. She will know how much he means to her and know how sorry she is, but still she will remain silent ever twisted in her web of lies&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:psychoninjachya:1093</id>
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    <title>^_^</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T16:31:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T16:31:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ff0000"&gt; (\__/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600"&gt;&lt;span&gt;(&amp;gt;_&amp;lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;poiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00"&gt;C(&amp;gt;__)&amp;gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span&gt;writing an epic story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ff00"&gt;&lt;span&gt;alomst band trip time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00ffff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;probabley gone fail the speach in La due this monday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ccff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I has a lover now.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc99ff"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His female friends love me....&amp;gt;w&amp;lt; *spuee!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:psychoninjachya:967</id>
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    <title>GYAAA!</title>
    <published>2008-11-01T20:01:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-01T20:01:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm rly rly busy and hope to get some free time in meh life...... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:psychoninjachya:571</id>
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    <title>Florida!</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T00:43:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T00:43:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;SO the bands heading to Florida during the&amp;nbsp;Rose bowl. I'm uber happy about it, but in texas I was lost. So any ideas of what i should do or places i should go when i get there would be nice. Not to mention advice for survivin' marchin in full&amp;nbsp;blazin&amp;nbsp;uniform for god knows how long...... I am weak and feeble and I'm going to die....Pleeze help!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I just hope alex is going! &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;I love the kid&amp;nbsp;to death&amp;nbsp;and he knows it, buut he show nothing realy to this.&lt;br /&gt;Alex is the red head &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&amp;nbsp;and Doug is the brunet. (kennedy carnival)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/psychoninjachya/pic/00002f1f/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="320" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/psychoninjachya/pic/00002f1f/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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