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  <updated>2008-10-16T19:09:36Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:intrepidly_lost:4852</id>
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    <title>Complete</title>
    <published>2008-10-16T19:07:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-16T19:09:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think it's the thought of never having you that kills me the most, and the thought that I've been lied to continually because I was never worth the truth. It's the pain that comes from knowing that the others were able to make you just as happy. And never being able to move on from the scars you have left. I sometimes wonder if I'll ever be able to live my normal life again, but then I stop myself in that thought and realize, there wasn't a normal life before you. There was just me waiting for you to come along and make me fall like I so easily did. I've been informed a few things since your last desertion and some of them have been harder to take in than others. But even when I wanted no one else near, I always hoped that you would show, but you never did and in the back of my mind I never really expected you to. I had begun to understand that you weren't coming back; I was a part of the life that you had planned to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, once again you are back and I'm not sure what to think. I know that even within time, I'll never let you go. You're memory will be with me forever, and there will be nothing like it that can shade what's already there. I can't help but let myself fall into a trance now that you're back. I hate that I have to feel this way, when you never will. It's something that I can't get away from no matter how hard I try, and I know that once again it's going to slowly back me into a corner and kill me while in the process of feeling this way. You can't save me no matter how hard you try; you never could, but this time you really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can't be perfect. I'll never be on the honor roll, and I'll never be the star player of any sports team, and I can't always promise you that things are going to work out the way they were originally planned to, but I can promise you that I will always love you more than anything else in this world regardless of what the past embraces, and you will always be the most important thing that has ever been represented in my life; no one in this world will ever take your place in my heart no matter how many times you drop me. I know it seems like you can't rid me, but in so many way you can. So If I can't die in your arms, I just pray that you will be there holding my hand smiling with me about the life that you made so complete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:intrepidly_lost:4325</id>
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    <title>Dream</title>
    <published>2008-07-08T17:00:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-08T17:06:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I dreamt about you again last night, but this time was unlike the ones I've experienced many times before. I dreamt that I saved your life; I saved you from your end and made sure that your forever was not yet over.&amp;nbsp; Just like always, I chose to give up something for you so that you were able to go on in life, but this time I was forced to sacrafice my own life so that you could continue yours. This is where it all became misleading though, because I know that this wouldn't have had&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;of been&amp;nbsp;a dream to seem so real, It could have perfectly been reality and matters wouldn't have changed much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After it was all said and done, you sat looking at me watching my last few moments of breath with the same motionless expression and unfazed look in your eyes that you always seemed to have when you looked at me. Without a word or sense of graditude or interest, you got up and brushed yourself off and walked away without looking back. You left me laying alone, fighting for my life even after I had just got done fighting for yours. As I waited alone, hoping that it wasn't the end; that you would come back for me and wait with me paciently while I slowly passed, I began to lose hope in all things meaningful in my once lived life. You never came back though, even when I my body shook into a cold stage and drifted away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:intrepidly_lost:4062</id>
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    <title>"Treatment"</title>
    <published>2008-06-20T22:30:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T05:45:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I hate when people try to use easy ways to tell you the tough stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Treatment is just another way of saying "we'll help you the best&lt;br /&gt;we can, and hope that it does enough to get you through."&lt;br /&gt;I don't like when I'm told things like this, it's one of those moments&lt;br /&gt;where you really are speechless and don't know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have to dedicate my time and a year of my life&lt;br /&gt;to try to fix this. I've been fine for seventeen years&lt;br /&gt;of my life, and I don't need help from anyone &lt;br /&gt;to try and make me better now. I'm fine with living&lt;br /&gt;with something like this, I don't need to fight&lt;br /&gt;or try for anything or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;So why would I need to care about it? I don't need&lt;br /&gt;something more to stress over which in the end will only&lt;br /&gt;make me weaker then the stage I'm already at in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:intrepidly_lost:3622</id>
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    <title>The way I fall asleep Feb. 08'</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T17:26:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-21T18:22:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried myself to sleep last night for the first time&lt;br /&gt;since I was a child. I never really knew it was&lt;br /&gt;possible to do until now. I don't ever recall&lt;br /&gt;such a deep, meaningful cry in all my life.&lt;br /&gt;I must live without you now, and facing this is killing&lt;br /&gt;me. I have to turn my back on what I want and face&lt;br /&gt;reality; It's time to let you go. It's what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that you will be better off without me.&lt;br /&gt;It's what you want deep down and all I've ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;was to give you everything you ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing but happiness for you and this is my&lt;br /&gt;contribution. I'll never forget the times we had&lt;br /&gt;and how easy it was for me to fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;The time I spent getting to know you has been&lt;br /&gt;the most meaningful time of my life and I will&lt;br /&gt;always leave a special spot in my heart for you.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better than this for yourself and&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday down the road I can look&lt;br /&gt;at you and smile because I can see that you&lt;br /&gt;have reached that level of happiness that I pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;For now I wish you good luck in your future wonders of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:intrepidly_lost:2158</id>
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    <title>What now?</title>
    <published>2008-02-02T00:34:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-20T22:35:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fall for people like this. I don't let their smile get&lt;br /&gt;to me and their cute little charms haunt me. &lt;br /&gt;I don't let people push me, cutely and laugh while we wrestle.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think about their eyes when they're not around.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get jealous when someone else has the potential to want them too.&lt;br /&gt;It's just not something that happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;I can think back to a time like this with somewhat strong feelings&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes I just think that there were no such feelings&lt;br /&gt;just admiration for what the person presented themselves to be.&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and see everything.&lt;br /&gt;I see someone who has the potential to do amazing things.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what you've forced yourself to believe.&lt;br /&gt;I see someone who wants to do what's right for everyone&lt;br /&gt;even if it takes something out of you to make them feel better about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;I see someone who grins but deep inside I know they're frowning&lt;br /&gt;because to me your eyes are what holds the real truth.&lt;br /&gt;I see someone who wants more for everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;and you would sacrifice yourself for so many of the ones you love.&lt;br /&gt;I see that you have a tendency to not let it bother you when people fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;You walk them through it and promise them that you're not as wonderful as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part about seeing you is that you think&lt;br /&gt;you're not a good person but in my head I know of no one better.&lt;br /&gt;You let the little things bring you down and let&lt;br /&gt;the love of other people stress you out.&lt;br /&gt;You hide your tears because you're supposed to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;For me I know that it doesn't matter whether you smile or cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to be right by your side.&lt;br /&gt;So this I tell you, it can't be love.&lt;br /&gt;It can't be love when you're already the one doing all the loving&lt;br /&gt;with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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