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  <title>Open Diary - an erratic angel              </title>
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  <description>Skittlez4u</description>
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   <title>Trust</title>
   <link>http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D661174&amp;entry=10211</link>
   <description>&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;She seems to be distant&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;But I don't mind&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;I go in ready&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;I go in blind&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;Ready and willing&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;to break down her wall..&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;Break through the force field,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;to answer the call.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;The call no one hears;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;but I do, you see..&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;I might possess the power,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;I may can set her free.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;To get through the barrier,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;to get TO the TRUST,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;all I can think of,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;is that this is a must.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;She may think i'm crazy,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;more than likely insane.&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;But all I want to do,&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font face="Papyrus" size="2"&amp;gt;is help her with the pain&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;please dont steal my poems, they mean alot to me. and they are rightfully mine. thank you.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;p align="center"&amp;gt;Kaylon&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;</description>
   <pubdate>Sat, 24 Jun 2006 0:00:01 GMT</pubdate>
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   <title>January 8th, 2006</title>
   <link>http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D661174&amp;entry=10210</link>
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&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;table width=694 height=463 style="border:1pt solid #B04845;background:url(http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/2396/9e1e90ee9rd.jpg);"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width=299 align=center height=25 valign=bottom&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style="border:1pt solid #B04845;height:15;width:300;background:white;filter:alpha(opacity:60);overflow:auto;"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=black&amp;gt;Mixed Emotions&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width=299 height=150 align=center valign=bottom&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style="border:1pt solid #B04845;height:200;width:300;background:white;filter:alpha(opacity:60);overflow:auto;"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=black&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p align=left&amp;gt;&amp;lt;u&amp;gt;Right Now&amp;lt;/u&amp;gt;:&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[tic.toc]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: 3:33pm&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[rags]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: Jeans and a T-shirt&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[munchies]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: Too lazy to get up and get something to eat :|&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[slurp]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: Same as above&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[eargasm]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: The tv in the background&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[chatter]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: Jennie&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[rape.my.mind]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: My fucking head hurts&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;b&amp;gt;[the.hearts.whimsy]&amp;lt;/b&amp;gt;: Mixed Emotions&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width=299 height=225 align=center valign=top&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style="border:1pt solid #B04845;height:200;width:300;background:white;filter:alpha(opacity:60);overflow:auto;"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=black&amp;gt;I never write in this damn thing anymore,I dont kno why I dont just delete it :|.. yeah, I do kno.. it's cuz of Tammy.. I feel like this is one of the only ways we ever communcate.. I talked to her the other day for the first time in a long ass time.. it was great.. I am so glad we're not fighting anymore. I really missed her over the time when we didnt talk.. She just doesnt believe me.. I can see why she thinks im a bad person, all I ever did was bitch at her.. make her feel like shit.. her and Ashley both.. God, I just felt for the longest time that the only way I could feel good about myself was to make other feel bad, it was just the bully coming out in me.. I was so damn unhappy with myself and it pissed me off when others knew what the fuck they were doing, where they were going in life, and why they were doing it.. well.. i have to go for now, but by no means am i finished with this.. bbs&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;BR&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.teenopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B916593"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=#B04845&amp;gt;Ecstacy Layouts&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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   <pubdate>Sun, 8 Jan 2006 0:00:01 GMT</pubdate>
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   <title>11/25/05</title>
   <link>http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D661174&amp;entry=10209</link>
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   <pubdate>Fri, 25 Nov 2005 0:00:01 GMT</pubdate>
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   <title>..::*::..</title>
   <link>http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D661174&amp;entry=10208</link>
   <description>so.. Ashley Fuller and I fought all summer... we just talked everything out about two weeks ago. We're friends again.&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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uhm.. Ashley Bankston and I fought for about 3 weeks cuz her girlfriend is a lil bitch ass liar :).. lol. But yeah.. We're friends again.&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
hmm.. Ashley Holt kind of hates me at the moment. lol. She's still mad about how I acted while she was down here for two days.&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
lets see.. Kimberlee Coley is still madly inlove with me, only God knows why.. She thinks I hate her, and would use anything as an excuse to ignore her, including school. lol.&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
Britney (my baby sis) and I have grown so close together this summer, that it kills me to admit school starts friday. :(&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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Courtney Martin (at the beginning of summer) dropped me like a hot potato, then a couple of weeks ago, came back BeGgInG me to befriend her again.. ha!&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
I talked to Vanessa today.. it seemed so unreal!&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
&amp;lt;/br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
IM SO GRADUATING THIS YEAR!!!!! HELL YEAH! SENIORS OF '06 RULE!!!!!&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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x's &amp; o's&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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Kaylon!~</description>
   <pubdate>Tue, 2 Aug 2005 0:00:01 GMT</pubdate>
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   <title>my dirty laundry</title>
   <link>http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D661174&amp;entry=10207</link>
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&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;table height=100 width=296 style="border:1pt solid #CDC8B1;" bgcolor=white&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width=296 height=100&amp;gt;&amp;lt;p style="border:1pt solid #CDC8B1;height:233;width:296;background:url(http://tinypic.com/2d0v1t);"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;td width=296 height=150&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style="border:1pt solid #CDC8B1;height:150;width:296;overflow:auto;background:white;"&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=black&amp;gt;&amp;lt;strike&amp;gt;CaRe 2 KiSs My AsS?! :)&amp;lt;/strike&amp;gt;     It seems like it has been forever.. Lots of things have happened.. Ashley Fuller and I are no longer friends, At All.. We never even talk, smile.. none of that type of friendly shit. How that happened is the weekend after prom, she and I stayed together through out the entire weekend.. and she was bugging the shit outta me, and im sure that i was being as equally annoying. Then the next monday, i went to my locker, and there was a letter in there.. im telling you i was in the BEST of fucking moods ever, like seriously, just so happy, ya know.. and i started reading the letter, and shes telling me that im a negative person and that she doesnt want to hang out no more, and then i got fucking pissed off, and upset.. i actually cried, i thought this girl was my BEST FRIEND, when really she was a piece of shit that got caught on the bottom of my shoe on my way through life.. Anyway.. not too long after that Courtney msg'd me saying that she wasted her time on me and some other stupid shit that made me laugh, and that she didnt want to be friends anymore.. and i said "you aint nothin but ash fullers lap dog, have fun following in her footsteps bitch, and thanks, cuz u aint ever done nothing for me cept give me a bad name"  im willing to bet $100 that bitch is begging to be friends with me just as soon as school starts up again.. but whatever. im really glad she made that decision, makes life easier on me. lol... Then we have Vanessa, she and i havent talked in over a month, AT ALL.. and i get a letter from her the other day with pictures and a a note saying call me as soon as u get this.. so i did.. and well.. yeah.. whatever. lol. Then theres kim.. ive liked this girl forever.. and i finally get her, and its like.. i dont want her anymore... i dunno, theres just some qualities that she possesses that irks on my last nerve. dont know how much longer of that i can take... Anywho.. Tammy is pissed at me for some unknown reason, she was being hella bitchy to me just because i asked about Ashley Holt... speaking of which.. i really like her. i dunno tho.. shes leaving mississippi soon, and its not like id ever get to see her, she lives in columbus, and i BARELY EVER go there.. geez.. i dunno.. everythings so damn complicated. anyway.. im about to go to the creek.. maybe go muddin' later on.. Peace out..&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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Kaylon E. Hudson&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/td&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/tr&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/table&amp;gt;&amp;lt;center&amp;gt;&amp;lt;font color=#CDC8B1&amp;gt;&amp;lt;a href="http://www.teenopendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B916593"&amp;gt;Ecstacy Layouts&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/font&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;&amp;lt;P&amp;gt;
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   <pubdate>Sun, 22 May 2005 0:00:01 GMT</pubdate>
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