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  <title>sailorgirl125's Stories</title>
  <subtitle>Hi</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-04-18T10:22:23Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Mirror</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Mirror&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;Looking at yourself in a mirror. What do you see do you see a girl of many fears or hopes or regret? When I look into the mirror all I see is myself wishing I was someone else. I&#8217;m Shelly inhabitant of the earth. Soul searcher. Do you ever wonder what people are searching for I know I do? I only wish I knew what I was searching for. It is the first day of high school my life is just beginning and someone else&#8217;s life is just ending. I know I shouldn&#8217;t care that much, but I mean who cares about High School I only have another 70 years on earth, maybe. Why is this so important sometimes I just do not even want to show up to school, but I am forced by the state of California and my parents. So here I am looking in the mirror life still uncertain, but a whole 70 years to go.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-21T07:08:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-18T10:22:23Z</updated>
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