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  <title>this ones for you</title>
  <subtitle>but you all can read anyways</subtitle>
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    <name>aslightpause</name>
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  <updated>2004-07-01T16:02:11Z</updated>
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    <title>the count down</title>
    <published>2004-07-01T16:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-01T16:02:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">they days are counting down for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;college, road trip, helping my best of friends move in, missing the girl i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this summer has shown me what friends are made of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically it has shown me how people work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will always be error in human kind and if it always doesnt make sense it will still always have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its hard for me to realize how much changes around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess cause change is sometimes the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a month more of work left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i always say i hate it i think ive grown to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to miss the people there so much, well except for kreg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i might even miss his mockery sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive grown away from what i love most...being music and film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i think it was for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a break from actually exicuting my ideas has left me time to thing of new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all summer ive just come up with more and more ideas that i will hopefully get to use in college and if not then in my later life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared to death of growing old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought of dying makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think its the actually dying aspect but the fact of not living a completed life before dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its true life is really to short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sbm</content>
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