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  <title>_________________beauty</title>
  <subtitle>is in the break down</subtitle>
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    <name>lyke oh me gawd itz nikki</name>
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    <title>__dearboy @ 2006-03-14T22:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-15T03:25:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">they were just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she cheated on him, he cheated on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are best friends still after all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't we be friends? and see what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of it. i want you back in my life.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__dearboy:164796</id>
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    <title>__dearboy @ 2006-03-02T08:34:00</title>
    <published>2006-03-02T13:35:05Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i got a new journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM me if you want the link [=</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:__dearboy:131038</id>
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    <title>__dearboy @ 2005-07-14T20:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-15T00:31:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this weekend will be amazing, leaving for Jersey tomorrow &amp; John is coming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today hung out with John, we tried to eat ice cream but we just ended up having an ice cream fight in his car, yeah John won =/ But i let him. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright well i promise pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back Sunday!! &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>__dearboy @ 2005-03-02T17:30:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-02T22:34:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-02T22:34:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&amp;hearts;ti amo sempre&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah i have a box of tissues conected at my hand. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes just seriously won't stop tearing. I hope i get better like over night, i hate going to school like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i really hate is just knowing so much about things and knowing i really shouldnt know. I have to stop finding out things, maybe there is a reason why people don't always tell the truth. Maybe it's because if they do tell the truth you will get hurt by it, but then again i rather not be lied to...but nor do i really want to know what is going on, Either way i loose..everyone gets hurt. Whatever, life can be complicated but im trying not to let it get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole really needs to start working out and eating right for all these damn dance competitions and surfing. ah mother fucker.&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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