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  <title>my4koalaz's Stories</title>
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  <updated>2008-03-30T21:14:22Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">great luck</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I was walking down the street in these washed out ripped jeans&amp;#8230; Yes! i was sauntering but it had been too good for too long i had suddenly fallen and gotten my ankle stuck in a sewer pipe. serves me right for being so naive when the sign next to me dictated clearly &amp;#8220;stay of pipes.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;true story btw&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-09T01:29:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-30T21:14:22Z</updated>
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      <name>my4koalaz</name>
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  <entry>
    <title type="text">5 things i dont think anyone knows</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;1. I don&amp;#8217;t think i can express my feelings confidently&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;2. I never want to be wrong and when i notice i am i become defensive.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;3.I can&#8217;t help feeling like sometimes I&#8217;m wasting every precious moment that can never ever happen again.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;4. I try not to feel insecure and not care what people think, but I do care. I just pretend not to care and I pretend to brush it off but it stabs me down deep.&lt;/p&gt;


	&lt;p&gt;5. I wish sometimes i could live for forever, but i think that id be missing out on a crucial part of life and I don&amp;#8217;t want to be forgotten.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-01-03T04:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T19:59:50Z</updated>
    <author>
      <name>my4koalaz</name>
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