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    <title>hey</title>
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    <lj:music>Saves the days - cars and  calories</lj:music>
    <content type="html">hey hows it going , im here at school in mr. woods class. Im so tired i wish i didn't come to school today. i think i have a headache, well my sis from college is comming down today.  I need a cd player cause i'm might get bored in algebra 2. Well i think im going. So bye\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saves the Day - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her life was magazines and faithful TV screens&lt;br /&gt;selling an empty dream&lt;br /&gt;of cars and calories and everything in between &lt;br /&gt;the sun and saturn? ring, &lt;br /&gt;but the price tag can? be seen and it took bites out of her insides till &lt;br /&gt;she was just a hollow shell. She grew up in east LA watching celebrities&lt;br /&gt;living out all her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The plastic canopy of U.S. royalty&lt;br /&gt;drew her gaze towards the sky and away from her own mind.&lt;br /&gt;And at her home her mother cried cause daddy had something on the side and they didn? look up when she sighed.&lt;br /&gt;And when August came around, the bathing suits were on the ground &lt;br /&gt;replaced by a cotton cloak.&lt;br /&gt;To see her own reflection was like squinting in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;And when all tomorrow brings is a set of broken wings &lt;br /&gt;it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a hollow shell.</content>
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