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  <updated>2009-04-03T01:38:51Z</updated>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2009-04-02T18:38:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-03T01:38:51Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Sometimes I feel she is here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astrueasthisis:3030</id>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2009-03-19T15:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-19T22:37:45Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-19T22:37:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Should take that Santa Fe trip.</content>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2008-12-26T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-27T03:38:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-27T04:24:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Merry Christmas bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm late.</content>
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    <title>Charloft - Snow rp prompt</title>
    <published>2008-12-07T23:23:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-07T23:23:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Collins wandered off alone, everyone else was off doing their thing and he wasn't trying to bring them all down. He just needed time to clear his head, even if he really shouldn't have been out in the cold. He kept his coat wrapped around him, the one Angel had gotten him that day they finally defined what they both already knew they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally found a bench to sit on and leaned back looking up as snow began to fall. He knew it was bad for his health to stay too long. He pulled out a Marlboro box and took one of the joints he carried in it out and lit it up. He took a deep inhale as he watched the snow falling and thought about Angel. Christmas was coming, more importantly Christmas Eve, The night they met and it was hard on him every year after she died to deal with it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astrueasthisis:2266</id>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2008-12-07T15:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-07T23:03:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-07T23:06:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Christmas coming, hard to be alone.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astrueasthisis:1834</id>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2008-10-11T02:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-11T09:49:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-11T09:50:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I can still hear Angel's voice.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:astrueasthisis:1759</id>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2008-09-18T17:20:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-19T00:22:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-19T00:22:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been so hard without her.</content>
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    <title>07-33 - Hope</title>
    <published>2007-09-19T04:52:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-19T04:52:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The funny things in the world are what can bring you the biggest hope in life. Like me getting mugged my first night back in New York City and getting beaten. Okay I can see your faces already, how can getting your ass kicked bring you hope? Well let me finish my story and then you'll know. Now what possessed me to try and run and be in essence insane, is beyond me. It would have been a lot easier to not fight, and a lot less painful right? I think things happen for some strange reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I am feeling dizzy and pretty much feeling like I'm going to throw up from the pain, and the fact I was bleeding had me panicked too. I remember just sitting down because it hurt so much and to be honest part of me welcomed the pain. I had just lost my job, and that for a man who doesn't know how much time he has left is kind of hard. Sometimes you just get to a point where everything just seems hopeless. That nothing can go right and everything will forever go wrong. I was at that point in my life, I figured I might as well come home to my friends to just wait it all out. Then again there was the possible gig at NYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the job wasn't the hope I was speaking of, no the hope came in the form of a man. He heard me coughing and came to investigate which in this city? Was pretty brave of him, or insane. Anyway when I saw him coming I admit I was torn between &lt;i&gt;Oh shit I'm bleeding&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;God damn he's good looking&lt;/i&gt; and I couldn't move fast enough. When he looked at me though my heart just began to beat faster. He took me back to his place and got me cleaned up which was another crazy thing, but that's Angel. Then I found out about the real Angel, the one I'd fall in love with. She is a very beautiful person no matter what she is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me hope, hell she gave our entire group hope for a better life. She taught us all about love and just living each day to the fullest. How to just leave regret in the past or life will slip by. Life is too short for that. Angel Dumott Shunard is my hope, and she always will be. When I was giving up on life she gave me a new reason to keep on living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Collins&lt;br /&gt;RENT&lt;br /&gt;427 Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Disclaimer: Collins is not mine, he's the creation of the late great Jonathan Larson, I just borrow him.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>Heading Home to bohem_angel</title>
    <published>2007-07-22T03:22:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-19T05:48:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Collins hadn't been feeling too well and it showed. He was paling in complexion and was coughing. If touched he'd be burning up but complaining he was cold. He really shouldn't have been out but he had gone out to pick up something for Angel from The Life Cafe. He wanted to surprise her, damn him being caught out in the rain those few days back.</content>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2007-07-13T12:46:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-13T19:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-13T19:47:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So tired. So cold. I just want to curl up.</content>
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    <title>astrueasthisis @ 2007-07-08T16:16:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-08T23:17:33Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T23:17:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Some days good, some are bad, friends make it better.</content>
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