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  <updated>2009-06-09T07:40:35Z</updated>
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    <title>A Strangeless Tuesday.</title>
    <published>2009-06-09T07:40:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-09T07:40:35Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&amp;quot;I woke up looking at his innocent face,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a senseless place.&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt I glanced at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;I saw my reflection surrounded by horror.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;This is my first ever post on this very first day in LJ.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I feel. It's not strange yet not exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Few more days to go and my college life will start already.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about strange things but nothing would come out&amp;nbsp;of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for another day. A day that would finally change my whole life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger"&gt; But yet I'm still thinking about the past: A past full of magnificent and frustrating memories.&lt;br /&gt;What would my&amp;nbsp;future be? How would I end up my life?&lt;br /&gt;But it's not yet too late for me to make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;All the things I want to do keeps me going for as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;a nonsense post, but&amp;nbsp; I'm just expressing out what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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