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  <title>now i'm the king of the ward</title>
  <subtitle>'cos i'm good and i swallow my sword</subtitle>
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    <name>sarah</name>
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    <title>i like italicizing stuff</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
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    <content type="html">i woke up this morning with a constant nagging of nina. she and all her bribes are moving back to texas on tuesday. i just don't understand how someone, especially your mother, could put you through so much shit, pain, abandonment, etc. and completely not acknowledge what happened last spring, let alone convince herself that i might even consider living with her again. my god, it's been close to a &lt;i&gt;year&lt;/i&gt; already. it really tears me up inside, i love her but i don't like her. she's offering everything materialistically that i would want and yes, it does appeal to me, but none of it brings me happiness. i told her, "i'd rather be struggling on my own and making my &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; money, living &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; a car, &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; your fucking money than living with you under your roof. you're not going to bring me happiness again, not for a while and i'm not moving back to texas." her reply, "we can make things work out and it can be normal again, i need you." and mine was just crying</content>
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