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  <title>What Do You Have To Say? - Entertainment: My Own Movie</title>
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  <description>If I could create my own mauvie...it&apos;d be about something I know...Like mental illness such as schizophrenia or something along those lines. Also, it&apos;d be about death and drug-addictions. It&apos;d be a docudrama, and it&apos;d end mysteriously...sad, yet hopeful...I can&apos;t really explaining it. Actually...I&apos;ve been branistorming about a book of the sort for a while!! ^_^&lt;div class=&apos;appwidget appwidget-qotd&apos; id=&apos;LJWidget_4&apos;&gt;
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  <category>what do you have to say?</category>
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  <category>writer&apos;s block</category>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 22:29:51 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Anger Kills</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cccc&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Anger Kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot;&gt;Days were the longest when you were gone. Tears flowed and songs played, and I&apos;d gasp for air as if being choked. I couldn&apos;t take your anger anymore, but I couldn&apos;t take not being there with you, either. I was stuck in the middle, and there was only one way I could handle the situation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now, with all of these memories playing like a movie in my mind, the only scenes with colour are starring you. Your face flashes across the screen, your words deafen my thoughts. I was always stuck in the middle. Always searching for a way out, a way to make the longest days shorter and the shortest days disappear, and to take the pain out of the agony.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The stereo played loudly, but I wasn&apos;t listening. I treated it like everyone treated me: I&apos;m was there, making noise, praying to be noticed, but remaining unheard. Instead of listening to the music, I listened to the trigger, that beautiful silver piece of metal, shining in the night-time sun. I touched it, smoothing my fingers over its intricate detail and deadly design. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to work up enough nerve to do this, but I needed to. It was my desire, my love, my one true obsession. Death comes to no one easily, and I figure this was just one of those obstacles I&apos;d have to win to get what I truly want. I held the gun, now, in correct position, still looking it over. I placed it in my mouth, feeling the cool steel tickle my tongue and throat. &quot;I love you,&quot; I recited, &quot;but you just don&apos;t love me.&quot; Though no one would ever know nor hear my confession, my plea, I felt it necessary.&amp;nbsp; When you walked in the door, I ended all of my confusion and all of my pain. The hurt had finally ended...all of my suffering was finally over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Times New Roman&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#800000&quot; size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You&apos;re angry at me for killing myself. I&apos;m angry at you for letting me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#00ff00&quot;&gt;If you have any suggestions/comments..feel free to tell me! I &amp;lt;3 critz!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>The Process-My American Heart</lj:music>
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