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  <title>The proof in writing</title>
  <subtitle>This disspassionate report of the things I like to hear.</subtitle>
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    <name>Eron Deleon</name>
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    <title>nameless_one @ 2005-01-23T11:58:00</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">every so often, I feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand it,&lt;br /&gt;the simplest things set it off, but once its there, it won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;burning underneath the skin,&lt;br /&gt;An agony in the pit of my stomach...aching.&lt;br /&gt;Longing, wanting to reach out, but you're tied up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it, I hate it so much, but I can't control it.&lt;br /&gt;It eats at me. like jealousy, but I don't know what to call it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body reels against my mind, and I cannot find any sort of comfort against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your blood is water in a boiling pot with the lid welded on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the images out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this weakness, or just something i ate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I notice it in everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;Impatience,&lt;br /&gt;Frustration,&lt;br /&gt;even mild violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is it in the air..and why can't i understand?</content>
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