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		<name>Michael</name>
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			<title>Teenage Years :/</title>
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			<published>2010-11-16T23:38:00.000Z</published>
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			<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;My entire life, i&#39;ve always
  been the one with the most potential. the one who was going to be
  presidesnt, or a millionare. The guy with a smile on his face,
  and his eyes on the
  stars.                                            &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt; But i dont wanna be
  that guy anymore. i dont want all the money in the world. i dont
  want to be the most famous person alive. I dont want what i
  have now. I want my best friend as my girlfriend, a job that
  makes me happy, and a life where i dont have to rewash
  the dishes in the cabinet because my sibilings dont know how to
  wash them properly.  &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;the girl i love lives 360
  miles away, i dont have a father, my mother is menopasual, im the
  oldest one in my house of the 6 non-adults, a step cant be taken
  without setpping on garbage, and a spoon can never be found
  inside the kitchen. Ive never lived in the same housr for more
  than 2 years, and utilities are constantly being turned
  off. but im expected to smile and keep up a good
  example?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;Even now i see littered
  dishes from where people were too lazy to take them to the
  kitehen one room away that ill have to move in a monent.
  Cockroaches crawl on the walls and inside the appliances.
  cigarette packs and candy wrappers are just laying on the desk
  from a previous user. the air is cold because the gas is
  currently turned off again, that means another cold shower
  tonight.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;I despise it here. where a
  dollar is stolen from your own room if you leave it unattended.
  Where food is aplenty untill around the 15th and it becomes rice
  and beans everyday untill the foodstamps come in again. I hate
  how I am the one who is supposed to know everything, and im so
  confused myself. i wont find happiness here. maybe temporary
  contentment, but never happiness.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;
  &lt;span
   style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS&quot;&gt;in one months time, ill be
  leaving for jobcorps, and will be gone for two years. even if i
  finish early, then its only 6 months till my 18th birthdat from
  now. I will be on my own, and Independant.&lt;/span&gt;
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