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    <updated>2008-07-16T07:48:38-07:00</updated>
    <title type='text'>Sugar</title>
    <subtitle type='html'>A fubar user blog.</subtitle>
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        <name>ScarlettMylove</name>
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        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837086</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:48:38-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:48:38-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 41/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Have You

	ever seen those little girls that try so hard
		to be big and bad knowing that there really
	not and it makes you wanna walk up to them 
		and slap them so hard that they wake up and
	put some mary janes on and walk to school
		all sweet like. well i do and there is
	this one little girl that when i see her i forget
		about the rush and just want to open 
	her eyes to the world knowing that as soon
		as she is past me that i am going to
	go right back to my lust and forget that she
		was ever there that is untill her little
	wanna be smart ass walks back by
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837085</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:48:00-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:48:00-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 40</title>
            <content type='html'>Hate

	you start to hate that one friend
	that is making you get balls and 
	is showing you that you can be
	yourself and happy without the
	rush that calls your name you
	know that she has only the best
	in mind but you want to kill her
	and run back into the arms of
	that one true love that has been
	by your side never leaving you
	once so you sit there and try 
	to think of anything to keep
	your mind busy so you come
	up with this
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837084</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:47:17-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:47:17-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 39/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Cards

	Keep
		my
			hands
				busy
					while
	i
		lust
			after
				the
					rush
						wanting
	to
		give
			in
				knowing
						that
							if
	you
		do
			you
				will
					get
						the
	worst
		ass
			beating
					of
						your
	life
		yet
			you
				wonder
					if
						it
							would
	be
		worth
			it
				just
					once</content>
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837082</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:46:26-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:46:26-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 38/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Use

	Slowly you get use to it
		and you start thinking of new ways
			to get the rush
	wondering what other drug
		there is out there that will make
			you happy
	lusting after anything that makes 
		you forget that you should
			have a job and a life and love
	but opening your eyes to the
		fact that you have nothing and
			no one to care about you till 
	you find that one smart ass
		of a friend that truly understands
			you and tells you
	that if you give into the rush one
		more time that she will
			slap the living hell out of you
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            <name>ScarlettMylove</name>
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837080</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:45:47-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:45:47-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 37/book</title>
            <content type='html'>The Hunger

		Its like you have not
		eatten in days and you
		dont know if you should
		just give in and eat all 
		you can or just go slowly
		eating every hour letting 
		your body get used to it
		if you dont eat you go crazy
		thinking of it and dreaming
		of the food and you get
		flooded with the earge to
		just eat yourself to death 
		but in the end you just go 
		all out and wake up wondering
		what the fuck you just did 
		and how you are going to
		cover up the mess you made
		eating that is...
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837079</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:44:57-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:44:57-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 36/book</title>
            <content type='html'>The Mess

	is about the only things that i
		hate having to clean up seeing
			my life on the floor in a puddle
	seeing my bodys hard work
		knowing that its making up for it
			yet deep down not truly
	giving a fuck but planing my
		next trip into my black whole
			knowing that i cant do it so soon
	because if they find out i will
		get killed because i might not
			think they care but they do and it

				SUCKS
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            <name>ScarlettMylove</name>
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837077</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:44:18-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:44:18-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 35/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Looking

	Looking at the knife is the only things that
				she
				her
				i
				me
	who ever the hell i am gets a kick out of
	sitting there and staring at it knowing that
	for now i have some small power as to if
	i pick it up or wait another moment befor 
	i give in anyway knowing that when i am 
	done i might feel ashamed of myself but
	the thoughts of my brother no longer linger
	so closely to home and that i can no longer
	smell him like i do every time i wake up from
	those dreams that everyone thinks i should 
	just ignore and not let run my life but i just
	give into the rush of the knife and let all else
	around me slip away not caring what happens
	that is untill i open my eyes and start looking
				again
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837076</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:43:32-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:43:32-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 34/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Back To

		the dreams that where making me sleep
			less and less every night making it hard to
				close my eyes at night knowing that i was 
					going to wake up to in a few hours
		i see the hands on my arms and i feel them 
			i see the bites on my neck and i whimper
				the dreams become more real and they
					keep me from the deep REM sleep that
						i day dream about once having so aften
		i fight to keep my eyes open knowing that i am
			letting him run my life even after i said i would not
				ever let my brother do that again but giving into the fear
					of another memory jumping back into my mind of my childhood
						stolen by a teen that could not keep it in his pants and hurt his
		little sister not caring that she was inocent of any wrong
			doings not caring that it would messing up her life and 
				drag her into hurting herself to stay sane and being so
					galibel that she lets people walk over her not caring that they do

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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837075</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:42:50-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:42:50-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 33/book</title>
            <content type='html'>Slowly I

		start sliping into the thoughts
		of how sweet it would be just 
	to run that blaid so slowly across my wrist
		and watch my life leave just as
		fast as it came in the first place
	and the sad thing is those thoughts dont
		scare me like the once did and 
		they dont stop me dead in my tracks
	instead that make me giggle like i had been
		sniffing cat nip for hours and nothing
		seemed to stun me anymore like
	the first time that i seen myself in my head 
		doing the act that was always on my 
		mind letting me remember that i was
 				Crazy
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            <name>ScarlettMylove</name>
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    <entry>
        <id>tag:fubar.com,2010:BlogAtom-231983.837074</id>
        <published>2008-07-16T07:42:08-07:00</published>
        <updated>2008-07-16T07:42:08-07:00</updated>
            <title type='text'>page 32/book</title>
            <content type='html'>That Is

		untill you
		rat yourself
		out not
		caring that
		you are 
		once again
		talking to
		yourself and
		now telling
		on yourself
		like its
		really going
		to do
		much for
		you</content>
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