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I would tell you the truth, but I'll be lying.
I'm probably the most trusting person you'll ever meet.
The first thing I'm lying about is my age. And when I tell people that, they are shocked.
A few people treat me my age and some people treat me older. Which I find sometimes good.
Most people think I'm 16, but I'm really 13 - BirthDate 25.10.95.
I'll take a risk. Take a chance.
I dont believe in god. And I'm scared about dying.
I hate telling the truth. And I love lying.
I'm not going to change how I look, just so you can love me.
Make a change. And breakaway.
I just want you to trust me. Tell me everything thats in your mind.
Write my name on your heart, but still she’s is still there.
I need to stop hanging on to you, thinking you can change.
Wanna feel the warm breeze. Sleep under a palm tree.
I love reading. But I love fighting.
I hate smoking. But I love drinking.
I love quiet. But I adore noise.
I hate chavs. But I nearly always wear trackies.
I'm not myself when I'm down. But I blame someone else.
Feel the rush of the ocean. Get onboard a fast train.
Just to let you know, I'm single &amp; I hate it all 100%
I've always wanted someone I can &quot;I love you&quot; to everynight.
I've always wanted someone who I can be myself in front off.
I want someone that loves me.
Travel on a jet plane, far away. And breakaway
I am going to stop this paragraph with a simple Thank you.
I'd want to thank at the moment in time: Amy, because she's my best friend =] &amp; Jared, for being so caring and trusting me.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Back To The Streets. [1]]]></title>
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<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">Brendon and I are sitting in our living room, changing the
channel every 2 seconds Brendon grabs the remote and changes to the music
channel.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">"Hey, I was watching that bitch!” I shout, he looks at
me questioningly and shakes his head. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“Oh shut the fuck up. You say the same thing every other
day.” Brendon laughs and I stick my tongue out at him. He giggles and leans
forward and whispers in my ear.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“I’ve seen that plenty of times.” And winks at me, I just
laugh and punch his arm. He laughs and leans back going through the music. I
start to fell sleepy and put my head in Brendon’s lap, and he brushes the hair
out of my face. I really adore this boy, I actually want to spend the rest of
my life with him, and because I’m feeling really mushy for him, I grab his face
and kiss him softly on the lips and whisper; <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“I love you” he blushes a lot and rubs his nose on mine. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">He grabs my hand and starts to rub my knuckles. I close my
eyes and then I hear the start of “We’re so starving”<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">Brendon jumps up and I fall off the couch with a loud thud. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">He starts singing and dancing while not paying attention to
me lying on the floor, clutching my head. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">And then “Nine in the afternoon” comes on, I groan and look
up. I see Brendon singing rather loudly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“<i style="">Back to the place,
where we used to say</i>” he looks at me and grins, he grabs my hand and brings
me up, he puts his arms around me and kisses me hard. He pulls away and again
rubs his nose against mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“Why did you just kiss me?” I laugh, he shrugs and smiles.
And then “When the day met the night came on” <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">He squeals and then grabs the remote and turns it up loudly.
He starts dancing and singing again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“<i style="">Well, he was just
hanging around, and then he fell in love</i>” He points at me and smiles<i style=""> “And he didn’t<o:p></o:p></i></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">know how”</span></i><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"> He sang and hes smiling aswell. The
song finishes and he sits back on the couch, I stand up and lay back onto to
him. I pout and then he pouts<br>
“What's wrong, baby?” The butterflies in my stomach have now arrived. I pout
and say “When you jumped up, I fell off the couch, so my head hurts” He pouts
and kisses my forehead and then kisses my nose, and rubs it with his.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“I’m sorry baby,” He kisses my lips, I purr against his lips
and bites them. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt;"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“I love you so much” He says.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“I
love you too, Brenny” we start to kiss again.</span>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>boy love.</category>
		  		  	<category>brendon</category>
		  		  	<category>panic at the disco</category>
		  		  	<category>ryan</category>
		  		  	<category>ryden</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>panicfobgirl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-03-24T07:56:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[The New Me. =]]]></title>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">The first of all demands<br>
I would tell you the truth, but I'll be lying.<br>
I'm probably the most trusting person you'll ever meet.<br>
The first thing I'm lying about is my age. And when I tell people that, they
are shocked.<br>
A few people treat me my age and some people treat me older. Which I find
sometimes good.<br>
Most people think I'm 16, but I'm really 13 - BirthDate 25.10.95.<br>
I'll take a risk. Take a chance.<br>
I dont believe in god. And I'm scared about dying.<br>
I hate telling the truth. And I love lying.<br>
I'm not going to change how I look, just so you can love me.<br>
Make a change. And breakaway.<br>
I just want you to trust me. Tell me everything thats in your mind.<br>
Write my name on your heart, but still she’s is still there.<br>
I need to stop hanging on to you, thinking you can change.<br>
Wanna feel the warm breeze. Sleep under a palm tree.<br>
I love reading. But I love fighting.<br>
I hate smoking. But I love drinking.<br>
I love quiet. But I adore noise.<br>
I hate chavs. But I nearly always wear trackies.<br>
I'm not myself when I'm down. But I blame someone else.<br>
Feel the rush of the ocean. Get onboard a fast train.<br>
Just to let you know, I'm single &amp; I hate it all 100%<br>
I've always wanted someone I can "I love you" to everynight.<br>
I've always wanted someone who I can be myself in front off.<br>
I want someone that loves me.<br>
Travel on a jet plane, far away. And breakaway<br>
I am going to stop this paragraph with a simple Thank you.<br>
I'd want to thank at the moment in time: Amy, because she's my best friend =]
&amp; Jared, for being so caring and trusting me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>panicfobgirl</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-03-24T07:55:00Z</dc:date>
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