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    <content type="html">This is a private journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll open up my wrists to let you in and keep you where you belong. Nail my &lt;br /&gt;hands into the oak if I can never touch your face again. Cardiac paralysis. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot breathe. Swallow my tounge if I can't say the words that will save &lt;br /&gt;your life. No matter what &lt;br /&gt;always remember you did this to me. &lt;br /&gt;I'm left with when you turned and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;No matter what always remember you did this to me. &lt;br /&gt;You've driven me to this. You've turned my heart jet black. Reopen &lt;br /&gt;the wounds and let them drain. Swing the sledge to the mainframe. And to the &lt;br /&gt;one that stopped my heart. I must return the crush. Pull up the floorboards &lt;br /&gt;and expose the ghost of my first love.</content>
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