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  <title>Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman</title>
  <subtitle>This is me...</subtitle>
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    <name>chrissurra</name>
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  <updated>2004-07-09T03:42:14Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:12779</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-07-08T23:42:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T03:42:14Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T03:42:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Soon the why and the how are gone and all thats left is the feeling...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:12498</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-07-08T23:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-09T03:39:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-09T03:39:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Life is a series of circles, what goes around comes around. However,each circle is preempted by a decison....could one decision change the rest of the circles following it? Or am I merely thinking outside the box and in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophetic or pathetic? You be the judge:-P</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:12210</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-04-01T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-01T19:01:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-01T19:01:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:11912</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-03-30T17:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-30T22:54:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-30T22:54:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People claim they want love&lt;br /&gt;to be loved&lt;br /&gt;Most equate love with a monatery value&lt;br /&gt;OMG I LOVE HIM HE BOUGHT ME A LOUIE BAG&lt;br /&gt;Where are the people who love a person for who they are,&lt;br /&gt;Not for what or who they wear&lt;br /&gt;Why is love used so quickly&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS SONG&lt;br /&gt;Love is an emotional, spiritual connection&lt;br /&gt;between two people&lt;br /&gt;That unspoken bond that no one else sees&lt;br /&gt;Where are the people who want real true love&lt;br /&gt;The I'm with you no matter what love&lt;br /&gt;Not the this is tough so Im gonna run love&lt;br /&gt;One out of two marriages fail in this country&lt;br /&gt;People have noting to fight for&lt;br /&gt;Its easier to give up then to  make love work&lt;br /&gt;Yes love is work&lt;br /&gt;But if its real love, its not hard work....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:11412</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-03-14T02:28:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-14T07:26:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-14T07:26:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Perfection&lt;br /&gt;A single moment&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing else&lt;br /&gt;The world stops&lt;br /&gt;No one else&lt;br /&gt;For that moment&lt;br /&gt;Forever &lt;br /&gt;inscribed in a memory&lt;br /&gt;that day I met you</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:11033</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-03-14T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-14T07:10:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-14T07:10:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A very wise girl told me this and this is what Im looking for, if anyone stumbles across it let me know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being with someone who is my best friend, lover, and much more... someone i can fully trust... and someone who feels as strongly about me as i do about them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eternal search continues...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:10827</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-18T03:20:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T08:20:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T08:20:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Moment of Clarity - JayZ</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Either youre with me or against me, choose now,,,, if youre with me great, if not get out of my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They dont paint pictures they just trace me" -- Jay Z</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:10618</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-18T03:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T08:06:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T08:10:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Moment of Clarity - JayZ</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was sitting here reading all my poerty and I noticed  how other people affect me, then I thought why do these people have any affect on me, why are they able to have any power over me? Guess what things are changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive noticed that Ive helped alot of people, heard countless problems and put other people before me, people that dont deserve it, people who are nice to my face but badmouth me when Im not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I recalled a point in time when I was unable to be stopped, I was driven like never before in my life&lt;br /&gt;and I tapped into that again today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I helping people that honestly dont deserve it?  Where was someone to make me feel better when we were piss poor, and I was abused unmercifully at school...where was my help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasnt anyone, there was ME, I solved my own problems, I cured my own depression, I got my life back on track, I did all these things because I knew down deep I had potential to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id like to thank certain nameless people who really truly cared for me.I will love them in ways they cant even begin to know, you are angels in my eyes for taking time to make sure Im as good as I can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me that Im not afraid of failure, Im afraid of success, I know how to deal with failure, but what if all of my dreams came true, how would I be able to handle that?&lt;br /&gt;They are right, I now see what I can do, I see whats in front of me, I see that I need that fire back in me, I need to get back what I had and mix it with what I have now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically anyone who counted me out, anyone who thought I turned soft, anyone who thought that the old me was dead and buried, IM BACK MOTHERFUCKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? All of you mediocre people out there watch out, the only reason you were able to shine was because I was afraid to get in the game and fail.....Its a matter of time before I prove all of you wrong anyway so enjoy it while it lasts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not make sense to anyone, and it doesnt matter to me, its a new day, my fears are dead,I now know I needed all these failures to make my story of success that much greater...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:10478</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-18T00:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-18T05:52:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-18T05:52:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You dont need to look like a model for me to adore you...you just need to love me and be loyal....50 cent</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:10071</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-16T00:40:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T05:40:19Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-16T05:40:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I walk down the hallway&lt;br /&gt;That is my mind&lt;br /&gt;I see many doors&lt;br /&gt;Dirty floors,&lt;br /&gt;Broken windows,&lt;br /&gt;and promises&lt;br /&gt;I come to a door,&lt;br /&gt;Inside at a desk&lt;br /&gt;sits a boy&lt;br /&gt;Crying and confused,&lt;br /&gt;battered and bruised&lt;br /&gt;Torured by his own feelings&lt;br /&gt;of inadequacy and&lt;br /&gt;Wasted potential&lt;br /&gt;That boy is in me,&lt;br /&gt;Still confused&lt;br /&gt;No longer bruised&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of fears,&lt;br /&gt;But no more tears.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:9874</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-16T00:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T05:21:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-16T05:21:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I stare at this blank page&lt;br /&gt;The lines resemble bars&lt;br /&gt;My mind is locked up&lt;br /&gt;I cant set it free&lt;br /&gt;I need an idea,&lt;br /&gt;how to escape&lt;br /&gt;from my prison &lt;br /&gt;of solitude....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:9617</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-16T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T05:17:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-16T05:17:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well a person whos opinion really matters to me told me that she loves my shorter ones so I'll stick to shorter ones for a while, and try to expand my creativity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words are chosen,&lt;br /&gt;carefully linked&lt;br /&gt;to show you &lt;br /&gt;How i think&lt;br /&gt;and feel,&lt;br /&gt;Just how I deal &lt;br /&gt;and heal&lt;br /&gt;my pain....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:9376</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-15T02:45:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-15T07:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-15T07:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This entry is for anyone who doubts that these are my words, every poem or thought that is written here that isnt mine I have given credit to the writer, anything else is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the fact that people dont believe that these are truly mine as a compliment, obviously my work is better then I thought, why else would people continue to believe that I didnt write it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better question is why do you feel the need to criticize someone who chooses to express himself, better still what give you the right to judge me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else who gives me positive feedback, Thank you, you guys are actually giving me more and more confidence in my work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;Chris =0P</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:8970</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-15T02:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-15T07:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-15T07:36:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Dreams are the food&lt;br /&gt;to keep our soul alive&lt;br /&gt;The monotony of life&lt;br /&gt;slowly kills our spirit&lt;br /&gt;We need to dream&lt;br /&gt;to let our conscious soar&lt;br /&gt;To think and feel&lt;br /&gt;without boundaries&lt;br /&gt;To make ourselves&lt;br /&gt;feel better,&lt;br /&gt;think better&lt;br /&gt;Live better....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:8785</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-15T02:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-15T07:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-15T07:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Shes out there&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where&lt;br /&gt;I feel shes there,&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;I see her smile&lt;br /&gt;in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I feel her hand&lt;br /&gt;in mine&lt;br /&gt;I can see her &lt;br /&gt;I cant find her&lt;br /&gt;Are you her?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know her?&lt;br /&gt;Send her to me&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to hurt her&lt;br /&gt;Ill only love her&lt;br /&gt;So please send her to me.....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:8468</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-15T02:21:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-15T07:21:13Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-15T07:21:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The breath of life leaves my lungs&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you in&lt;br /&gt;I feel your love&lt;br /&gt;Like a warm blanket&lt;br /&gt;Sheilding me from the cold&lt;br /&gt;cruel world&lt;br /&gt;You and I &lt;br /&gt;Sharing our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and laughs&lt;br /&gt;You smile&lt;br /&gt;I feel whole,&lt;br /&gt;as if im in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Memories of a day to come....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:8254</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-15T02:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-15T07:15:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-15T07:15:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As I sit here and reminisce&lt;br /&gt;With this blank page&lt;br /&gt;Im forced to remember&lt;br /&gt;My pain and anger&lt;br /&gt;that I caused&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow and hapiness,&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;My pain,&lt;br /&gt;I know your plate of life&lt;br /&gt;is full,&lt;br /&gt;Heres a slice of mine&lt;br /&gt;for you to taste....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:8108</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-13T02:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-13T07:27:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-13T07:37:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My brain storms rain down so heavy it hurts your head......You wont stop my reign till after Im dead...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:7920</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-12T01:17:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-12T06:17:55Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-12T06:17:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Money talks....thats why I cant hear you...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:7624</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-11T03:07:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-11T08:07:30Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-11T08:07:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm I love bitterness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This are my words&lt;br /&gt;for you to criticize&lt;br /&gt;To tear apart &lt;br /&gt;and look &lt;br /&gt;for my hidden agenda&lt;br /&gt;Use my words as weapons&lt;br /&gt;To beat and batter&lt;br /&gt;my soul&lt;br /&gt;You were always good&lt;br /&gt;at that&lt;br /&gt;Too good in fact&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Now I just love&lt;br /&gt;to hate you&lt;br /&gt;and what you stand for</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:chrissurra:7243</id>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-11T02:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-11T07:57:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-11T07:57:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This guy can write, Id love to be half the writer he is and yes its Mr Richard Marx....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I&amp;#8217;m weary&lt;br /&gt;From the battles that raged in my head&lt;br /&gt;You made sense of madness&lt;br /&gt;When my sanity hangs by a thread&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way, but still you&lt;br /&gt;Seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp; forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Too caught up in me to see&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;m holding a fortune&lt;br /&gt;That heaven has given to me&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#8217;ll try to show you&lt;br /&gt;Each and every way I can&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp; forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest my worries&lt;br /&gt;And always be sure&lt;br /&gt;That I won&amp;#8217;t be alone, anymore&lt;br /&gt;If I&amp;#8217;d only known you were there&lt;br /&gt;All the time,&lt;br /&gt;All this time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Doesn&amp;#8217;t touch the sand&lt;br /&gt;Now &amp; forever&lt;br /&gt;I will be your man</content>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-11T02:47:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-11T07:47:57Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Cry me a river (remix)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Your smile make my day&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;#8217;s simple your dimples&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes your lips your thighs got me hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to bet big to win big....lucky Im a gambling man</content>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-10T22:07:00</title>
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    <lj:music>im whistling a tune</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well Im proud of myself, I layed everything out on the line and instead of writing poems or masking my feelings I told her what I felt, and it didnt work out like I hoped or expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the first time in my life I took a shot, yes I grew some balls and took a fucking shot so Im proud of myself, instead of wondering now I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well kinda, I know as much as she does, which is all I can ask.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off the sideline and got in the game...I missed all my shots...but I was in the game</content>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-10T03:58:00</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;"You don't know the relief I get, after I spit out three 16 [bar verses of lyrics], because that's one in the bucket for me. The hard part is done. I got out all that shit that was in me," he explained. "I take my time with everything that I write because for every person that's not listening there's three people that are. And I don't ever want it to be said that I fucked the game up."&lt;/i&gt; -- Method Man</content>
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    <title>chrissurra @ 2004-01-10T03:30:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-10T08:30:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Basics in the basement, waste it&lt;br /&gt;Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit&lt;br /&gt;my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign&lt;br /&gt;And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; --The City Is Mine - JayZ</content>
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