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  <title>Veronica</title>
  <subtitle>Veronica</subtitle>
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    <name>Veronica</name>
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  <updated>2005-08-01T11:01:34Z</updated>
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    <title>Wow.</title>
    <published>2005-08-01T09:38:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-01T11:01:34Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes- First Day Of My Life</lj:music>
    <content type="html">An indescribable oppression, which seems to generate in some unfamiliar part of my consciousness, fills my whole being with a vague anguish. Its like a shadow, like a mist passing across my soul's summer day. Its strange and unfamiliar; it's a mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in a really long time. It's so amazing the things you can find when just browsing around. So i guess i pretty much have no life. But thats not new. I have nothing to complain about, i mean.. Yeah i experience sadness because of loss of friends and lack of a social life. But the way i see it sadness is nothing close to devastation and well devastation is the thing to worry about. So until I'm devastated and I'm not complaining about HIGH SCHOOL drama related popularity contests then i guess ill just shy away from the endless rants on how I NEED friends and how i have no one. I may not have very many friends but the ones i have i cherish and care for deeply. Who's counting friends and acquaintances anyhow, i guess the whole world lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i conclude this ranting without the ranting part entry by saying; I do not sit here and inwardly un-braid life, lamentating at Fate, which has directed my footsteps to the path which they have taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good memories i keep close to heart but the past is the past, im over it. Live in the present and live life to the fullest; i say. Shy away from the future go ahead its not hard. But remember one thing your decisions now HAVE EVERYTHING to do with your future so make good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:30 am sleep should come easy now that i've gotten a few things off my mind.</content>
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