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  <title>Quiet intentions</title>
  <subtitle>Lyssa</subtitle>
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    <name>Lyssa</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-10T23:28:50Z</updated>
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    <title>i am so full of these feelings that tear me every which way</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-10T23:28:50Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">It's hard to believe that the summer is coming to an end, I almost feel like it's just beginning but then i remember all the shit I've done these past two months and it makes sense. I feel like I've gone through so many "phases", if you will, and only over this short period of time. There were weeks of hanging out with one specific person almost every day, there were a multitude of hook ups, some which felt promising, some which just felt good, concerts, conversations with close friends, conversations with old friends, parties, adventures, vacations, bike rides, beach trips, drunken nights of pure mayhem, too many things to list. Obviously these are the basic components to any eighteen year old's summer, but there are people I wish would have stuck around longer, nights I wish would never had ended, and experiences I wish I could relive over and over again... This is pointless to be writing about, nothing will change, but I guess its comforting in some way. I'm very tired and tomorrow morning I have to wake up to start training at a new job. Tonight was good, this week has been emotionally exhausting. Seriously tearing away at my skull. But it's getting better. I'm excited to see what happens next.</content>
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