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  <updated>2008-09-14T19:50:17Z</updated>
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    <title>I'm more</title>
    <published>2008-09-14T19:50:17Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Saves the day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Maybe once, maybe twice.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be more, but, I've given it some thought, I love what I've got, and I'm just fine with who I&amp;nbsp;am.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cupodaniely:3367</id>
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    <title> Canceled</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T19:33:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T00:30:47Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sea of treachery</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;The first day of school has been canceled, and depending on the severity of the hurricane/tropical storm approaching will decide whether or not we'll have school Tuesday or not. I'm hoping we'll start school on Wednesday, just to have a little more balance in the week. I'm thinking about going for a long run sometime today. Just to get my blood rushing through my veins a little faster than most hours of the day. It brings me calm, relief and zen. How awkward that pulse aggravating activities could possibily produce the calm affect. The hush. I like to exercise. I'm not skinny, fat&amp;nbsp;or buff, but I enjoy running and putting my body through obstacles. I don't even know why. I just do. It makes me feel better, in very many ways. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Welcome back, early mornings</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T10:24:04Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Flobots</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Hello, 6:17 a.m.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, it's not as early as it feels. I have VH1 blaring with something that'll keep me from retreating to my warm corner of the couch for a few hours of a hopeful doze. I slept for like, 3 hours at most. Argh, I do have to work on my ability to lay myself down to rest at a decent hour. I've got a long day ahead of me.&amp;nbsp; A long day indeed. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cupodaniely:2128</id>
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    <title>Drag the notes, like smoke and whisper the word 'love'</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T01:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-16T01:56:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Color Fred</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Imagine a love like fairytales, painted by sonnets and star crossed gazes in hopeless eyes. The hush of dawn silencing a dream come alive.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cupodaniely:1823</id>
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    <title>Realization over a monument</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T22:35:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-16T00:32:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Chemical Romance</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I'm better today. I feel good. I feel at peace, for a change. I feel whole. I'm better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't need to hurt. I don't need to remember. Nothing. I don't need to do a thing. I don't need to cry, ache, quake, rot, rock, pretend, be beautiful,&amp;nbsp;suck, worry,&amp;nbsp;smoke,&amp;nbsp;be sorry, hate, yell, laugh, collapse, be perfect,&amp;nbsp;breakdown, strive, settle, give up, fall, diminish, forget, change... not a thing. I just need to be me.&amp;nbsp;I don't need to do anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I never needed to change. I just needed to realize that. I like myself.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cupodaniely:1619</id>
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    <title>My arms get cold..</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T07:27:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-15T07:37:56Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Lights</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I don't think I'm going to get an ounce of sleep tonight. I can feel the warmth leave my body as I feel the ice tap in and kiss my spine. I can feel my heart pulsate in my throat and my stomach's churning the stomach acids so hard that it quakes my body and makes me sick. I can't stop remembering. Remembering everything that went on last year, and I'm so sick of it. The year that made me so defective. It frustrates me to an unbelievable extent. I can taste the mistakes I made. The trust I shouldn't have given. I can feel it all being taken away and raped, again and again. All over again. I just feel so cold, and the tears that cascade down my cheeks don't make the feeling any better. I should have been stronger then. I should be stronger now. You'd think a girl would learn. It's still kicking my ass. I can feel every bit of hate they all threw my way. As I let them hit me like stones, breaking me down, piece by piece, until there was nothing much of me left. I don't even know. I need to get away. I feel empty and broken again. 'My arms get cold..' I get it now. I'm scared. I don't know what happening to me. I'm just breaking down, and I don't know what to do. I can't handle it anymore. &lt;/p&gt;</content>
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