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    <description><![CDATA[um im pretty insane but fun. im very weird. im a dork. and a nerd. lol oh well. i love writing. and music. they're my life.

please, don't judge me until you know me. assumptions are totally wack. i sometimes look goth. i talk like a valley girl. i listen to reggaeton and rap. dude im so confusing dont even TRY to read me like a book lol. you'll get lost in the first chapter.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Hey Everybody!!! Panic fans!]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/1596371/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Yeah so freaking awsumness! Check out panic! at the disco's site. There's some new stuff on it. :) <A href="http://www.panicatthedisco.com/">http://www.panicatthedisco.com/</A>&nbsp;lol it helps a bit with the anticipation for their new album.<BR><BR>~Steph</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>brendon urie</category>
		  		  	<category>fueled by ramen</category>
		  		  	<category>jon walker</category>
		  		  	<category>panic!</category>
		  		  	<category>panic! at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan ross</category>
		  		  	<category>spencer smith</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-01-03T12:09:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[WTF IS BEAUTY?!]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/1102861/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<FONT size=2>What "God" are you to judge who's beautiful and who isn't? I beg you, show me true beauty that is universal and infinite. I believe beauty is in no one and in everyone. I see beauty as an emenating persona that embraces a person who truly shows beauty on their inside. Why is a conforming "style" considered beautiful? Beauty is not the superficiality that blinds and corrupts everything that differentiates human beings.<BR><BR>Eyes see at skin level.<BR>Beauty goes beyond the skin.<BR><BR>~Stephanie</FONT>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>beautiful</category>
		  		  	<category>beauty</category>
		  		  	<category>glamor</category>
		  		  	<category>gorgeous</category>
		  		  	<category>myspace</category>
		  		  	<category>whores</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-10-05T21:48:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Harem Take The Harlot]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/986421/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>We're singing these lies<BR>Living these stories<BR>Flying with stars<BR>Immersed in fake glory</P>
<P>Oh living in this world of cliche<BR>Get on your knees and pray<BR>That your love won't walk away<BR>Cause here in our world<BR>You're the guy and she's the girl<BR>But she'll leave you in a day<BR>If you can't pay</P>
<P>Let's steal a spot for light to shine<BR>Cheap imitation to live refined</P>
<P>And we're singing these lies<BR>Living these stories<BR>Flying with stars<BR>Immersed in fake glory</P>
<P>But it's the latest style<BR>To hang on his arm and smile<BR>Like every other wife for a while<BR>But when he leaves oh dear don't cry<BR>There's really just no use to try<BR>You made it down the aisle<BR>Now time to crank out that vial</P>
<P>And when at last life you recall<BR>There's really no better than to fall<BR>Get on your knees and crawl<BR>You can't escape it<BR>You can't escape it</P>
<P>Let's steal a spot for light to shine<BR>Cheap imitation to live refined</P>
<P>And we're singing these lies<BR>Living these stories<BR>Flying with stars<BR>Immersed in fake glory<BR></P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>emo</category>
		  		  	<category>lies</category>
		  		  	<category>life</category>
		  		  	<category>music</category>
		  		  	<category>poems</category>
		  		  	<category>songs</category>
		  		  	<category>whores</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-12T08:01:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Intensify]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/973251/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Oh we're dreaming, screaming<BR>These lies<BR>Intensify<BR>These lives we falsify</P>
<P>She walks in everyday<BR>Cursing the life she's made<BR>She's hiding her scars, hoping they fade<BR>But they never really go away</P>
<P>She cries tears alone in the night<BR>"When will things ever be right?"<BR>She's blinded she can't see the light<BR>The story of how she dies</P>
<P>Oh we're dreaming, screaming<BR>These lies<BR>Intensify<BR>These lives we falsify</P>
<P>And when she lays awake in bed<BR>All the thing's going through her head<BR>Are numbers counting tears she's shed<BR>Wishing she could only be dead oh</P>
<P>Oh we're dreaming, screaming<BR>These lies<BR>Intensify<BR>These lives<BR>These lives we falsify</P><!-- ParagraphBodyEnd -->]]></description>
		  		  	<category>death</category>
		  		  	<category>dreams</category>
		  		  	<category>lies</category>
		  		  	<category>life</category>
		  		  	<category>poems</category>
		  		  	<category>songs</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-09T12:41:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Grace These Sophomore Suicides]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/973241/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>This time around <BR>We're burning under fire<BR>The heat of adolescence<BR>Sparking up our lives a mess<BR>Victims of teenage distress<BR>Woah when will we get to shine?</P>
<P>We're holding onto dreams<BR>Three more years it seems<BR>Till we're flying on the wings<BR>Of change we're anticipating <BR>Singing out confessions<BR>Showing true expression</P>
<P>Oh we're breaking under pressure<BR>Slitting wrists and drinking through the nights<BR>Listening to the adults fight<BR>And they wonder why we cause them fright<BR>Come on, come on<BR>We'll make it through<BR>If only they knew</P>
<P>We're holding onto dreams<BR>Three more years it seems<BR>Till we're flying on the wings<BR>Of change we're anticipating <BR>Singing out confessions<BR>Showing true expression</P>
<P>And we're falling. Falling faster.<BR>Gracing them with suicides<BR>Forgetting how to breathe<BR>Replacing breath with tears<BR>Spitting out these lies<BR>So they don't find out why</P>
<P>We're holding onto dreams<BR>Three more years it seems<BR>Till we're flying on the wings<BR>Of change we're anticipating</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>confession</category>
		  		  	<category>emo</category>
		  		  	<category>poems</category>
		  		  	<category>pressure</category>
		  		  	<category>songs</category>
		  		  	<category>suicide</category>
		  		  	<category>teenager</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-09T12:39:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dinner With Doubt]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/968011/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Give up! Give up!<BR>(Oh no no no no)<BR>Oh no I'm not giving up<BR>Your words mean nothing to bring me down<BR>Just watch! Just watch!<BR>Someday I will be at the top<BR>You'll be seeing my name all around</P>
<P>You told me no, Oh no<BR>You'll never make it<BR>Not in this world uh uh<BR>You don't have what it takes<BR>But now just look at me<BR>Never where you'll be<BR>Where I stand and where you stand oh<BR>You'll never bring me down</P>
<P>Give up! Give up!<BR>(Oh no no no no)<BR>Oh no I'm not giving up<BR>Your words mean nothing to bring me down<BR>Just watch! Just watch!<BR>Someday I will be at the top<BR>You'll be seeing my name all around</P>
<P>Haha you laughed in my face<BR>But oh who's laughing now?<BR>So now let's pick up the pace<BR>Uh huh<BR>Don't you see that you <BR>Never really <BR>Had all that impact on me<BR>Because in reality<BR>I'm screaming screaming screaming<BR>Oh no no no </P>
<P>Give up! Give up!<BR>(Oh no no no no)<BR>Oh no I'm not giving up<BR>Your words mean nothing to bring me down<BR>Just watch! Just watch!<BR>Someday I will be at the top<BR>You'll be seeing my name all around</P>
<P>You'll never bring me down</P><!-- ParagraphBodyEnd -->]]></description>
		  		  	<category>lyrics</category>
		  		  	<category>poems</category>
		  		  	<category>songs</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-08T10:21:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[not a poem but pretty funny]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/818011/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>haha lawlligaggurrzness.</P>
<P>so i posted my poem like everywhere. i've like made my mark on a whole bunch of buzznet forums. i find it pretty entertaining. oh and all the people that see my stuff everwhere are like mad at me or annoyed by me. and i find it amusing. lol. yea. my main motive? get the word out. and in time i'll have a name for myself. im aspiring to be what i want to be. and when i'm finally a published author and or poet. or if i'm a lyricist to some hot new band. or i don't know. someday i'm just going to flip out even more when i explain my first tactic was to spam buzznet with my poetry XP lol.</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>~Stephanie</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>haha poems reason</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-12T15:19:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Outside These Walls]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/815991/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Outside these walls,<BR>Genocide raids the streets<BR>Suicide hangs from her windowsill<BR>A beating in that other house with no one to notice<BR>Meals scraped from the wrapping of trashcans<BR>Hell breaks loose outside these walls.<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Confined in the safety of ivory boundaries<BR>Doors locked for security<BR>And in no possession shall there be a key<BR>Protected from the world<BR>Sheltered from the truth<BR>Lies unfurled <BR>An act played to fool her<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Youth seems her friend in the eyes of elders<BR>Maturity too precious for her young hands<BR>Honesty too dear a gift for someone her age<BR>Every minute of ignorance sidled behind,<BR>Reprimanded by more lies uttered<BR>Smothered by "protection" of her blood line<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Families in crisis<BR>Parents divorced in a peace charade<BR>Mother in another place<BR>Father out to war<BR>Always worrying if he'll ever make it home<BR>Always wondering if mother's okay<BR>A sister who's father is not her own<BR>A sister who's never there<BR>Left in this institution forcibly called "home"<BR>With the enemies of care<BR>Those who hate and neglect the child inside her<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Never physical, always mental<BR>Pressure to mature but never accepted<BR>Overwhelming loneliness to the girl<BR>The want to go away and never come "home"<BR>To wash away all the bad in a rain storm<BR>Watching through windows as her "family" smiles<BR>Convincing her she's wrong<BR>Telling her she's worthless<BR>Showing her a reflection not her own<BR>She is not the person she was told she is<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Breathing in the fumes of scorn<BR>Yelling, screaming, a slap in the face<BR>And a child. Alone.<BR>In a blended family with none of her kin<BR>But those of the other merrily sneering at the girl<BR>She's found an opening in her high fences<BR>A release of joy as she's found her sanctuary<BR>A place to hide from the abuse<BR>A place to reveal her true colours<BR>&nbsp;<BR>And in the time of new glory,<BR>She's shut down<BR>Shot in the heart as she is forced in her asylum<BR>Bleeding out the triumph she held for a short time<BR>A numbing sensation replacing the hurt<BR>She's found her answer<BR>&nbsp;<BR>Her friends under the impression she's fine<BR>Her letters to her father plastered with false words<BR>Encouraging to the soldier at war<BR>But not when her stepmother writes out her version of "truth"<BR>Not when all those in her household contradict her prose<BR>Oh, but she doesn't cry as her heart turns cold<BR>Realizing nobody's there for her to embrace<BR>She's alone and shards of her heart fall gradually <BR>Toward a meadow of angel hair and baby's breath<BR>&nbsp;<BR>And when her father returns<BR>As does her mother and sisters<BR>Her "family" removed from her life<BR>All seems fair until the tale continues<BR>And many times over, when the pain seems finished<BR>It returns. Again. and Again. and Again.<BR>The cycle never ending<BR>"It will get better" a promise unfulfilled<BR>Her sister's father abusive and deranged<BR>Her father's wife psychotic and determined<BR>Money scarce living in a land of dignity and wealth<BR>Aware of the life style difference between the two<BR>&nbsp;<BR>And when her grandfather unlearns her name<BR>And dies of forgetful memories<BR>Her sister forges a new life<BR>One she shouldn't choose<BR>And the girl weeps<BR>She's supposedly hidden from the pain<BR>And yet she feels the stab<BR>She always knows<BR>She hears the whispers in the house<BR>She sees the shadows creeping up the walls<BR>She smells the scent of problematic demons<BR>&nbsp;<BR>She's too old for games<BR>She's still too young for truth<BR>She knows what she's not permitted to know<BR>Tainted in distress as she can not be trusted<BR>Disappointed in the bonds of blood<BR>She has no ties for she is secluded in her barrier<BR>There's no use for the attempt<BR>To try to break through<BR>She is forever a child<BR>Suffocated in the clutch of excruciating vigil<BR>&nbsp;<BR>In her years still young<BR>She welcomes death<BR>She does not openly invite death in<BR>But she does not barricade her doors against death's persistent wishes<BR>And when death takes her she will embrace him<BR>For her heart is shattered<BR>And her feelings numb<BR>And even as she feels the way she does<BR>She widens her eyes<BR>Taking in what she can while confined within her walls</P>
<P>Outside these walls,<BR>Genocide raids the streets<BR>Suicide hangs from her windowsill<BR>A beating in that other house with no one to notice<BR>Meals scraped from the wrapping of trashcans<BR>Hell breaks loose outside these walls.</P>
<P>~Stephanie</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>divorce</category>
		  		  	<category>evil</category>
		  		  	<category>hurt</category>
		  		  	<category>life</category>
		  		  	<category>pain</category>
		  		  	<category>suicide</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-12T09:19:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Beckoning Addiction]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/772711/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Oh the addiction beckons me</P>
<P>Let's strike the match</P>
<P>And kindle a fire</P>
<P>Embers like fireflies dancing in the night</P>
<P>Let's forge a love</P>
<P>Lie to ourselves</P>
<P>Put on this play</P>
<P>Of you and me</P>
<P>You be the king, I'll be the Queen</P>
<P>Make up, costumes, a script in the making</P>
<P>Oh the addiction beckons me</P>
<P>Love like a drug</P>
<P>Have a bit and I want more</P>
<P>A longer, stronger dose </P>
<P>But our love's no secret</P>
<P>Because everyone knows</P>
<P>But they're not VIP</P>
<P>Like you and me</P>
<P>Oh the addiction beckons me</P>
<P>Demanding my slurred presense</P>
<P>Love our obsession</P>
<P>How to prove it exists</P>
<P>Thrashing fists and hits</P>
<P>That's the way to go</P>
<P>Lust over love</P>
<P>Because love is an addiction and oh it beckons me</P>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>addiction</category>
		  		  	<category>love</category>
		  		  	<category>sex</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-07T10:13:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Could you ever love me too?]]></title>
	      <link>http://lubblubbdiedie.buzznet.com/user/journal/772691/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><EM>Maybe someday you'll love me like i love you...</EM></P>
<P>I'm petrefied</P>
<P>Everytime I stare in your eyes</P>
<P>My soul is frozen&nbsp;and I realize</P>
<P>You're too far out of reach</P>
<P>Because I'm so lost</P>
<P>To be the one for you</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>And in finding me</P>
<P>You'll never see</P>
<P>All that I can be</P>
<P>Because I'm pushing you away</P>
<P>Further from myself</P>
<P>Further from who I am</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>I'm lengthening the distance </P>
<P>And you're forgetting my existence</P>
<P>I'm forcing the resistance</P>
<P>Leaving you to&nbsp;erase me</P>
<P>Before you remember</P>
<P>What we could be</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>And when I have the fellows falling</P>
<P>Their hearts pouring and fears crawling</P>
<P>It's always their "love" they're calling</P>
<P>Why would you be any different?</P>
<P>Because I'm your friend?</P>
<P>Apparently that's all I ever am</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>I never thought I'd feel for you</P>
<P>The way I do</P>
<P>But all I say is true</P>
<P>I want to be the love you run to</P>
<P>I wish I could be more</P>
<P>If only for a moment I could call you mine</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>I've been waiting</P>
<P>Always debating</P>
<P>Whether this lie I'm creating</P>
<P>Is even worth the restraint</P>
<P>If I confessed my feelings</P>
<P>Would I be free?</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>Could you ever love me too?</P>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>free</category>
		  		  	<category>life</category>
		  		  	<category>love</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>lubblubbdiedie</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-07T10:08:00Z</dc:date>
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