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            <title>About Her</title>
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            <description>&lt;EM&gt;Kassie Conner. 4'11. 93 pounds. Pretty fucking vicious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;It's safe to say my looks haven't got me very far and my personality has fucked me over more than a few times. But I've delt with a lot worse. I'm in love with the stars. No like, I really am. If I could hold them in my hands I would die happy. My forecast for tonight is alcohol, low standards and poor decisions. The quote 'Best friends means I pulled the trigger; best friends means you get what you deserve.' means more to me than anyone will ever know. I wanna know what it's like to be a kid. I never got that chance. My heart is gonna explode someday because I most deffinately feel way to much. It's sick. I'm sick. Don't overlook any thing I say. I tell you shit straight up even though it sounds like I'm being sarcastic. I promise you I'm bad news. I never wanted to be what I've become, but I have no more energy left in me to change this. I put the shit I really mean in little codes through out my sentences. I'm waiting for someone to understand me. You're best bet would be just to ignore me. Let's chat; I'm awful lonely tonight. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;FONT color=#68838b&gt;'And I realized at then you were perfect, &lt;I&gt;my teeth ripping out of my head&lt;/I&gt;. And it looked like a painting I once knew.. Back when my thoughts weren't entirely intact. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To pray for what I thought were angels, ended up being ambulances. And the Lord showed me dreams of my daughter; She was crying inside your stomach.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And I, &lt;B&gt;felt love again&lt;/B&gt;.' &lt;/I&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;</description>
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