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  <title>I'm a modern girl.</title>
  <subtitle>but I fold in half sooo easily&lt;/3.</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Jessica Lynne.</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-18T04:14:36Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jessicascimone:47040</id>
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    <title>I still love you, you're still in my heart. I'll never forget, save me a seat! =]</title>
    <published>2008-09-18T04:14:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-18T04:14:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;Although it has happened months ago, it has never left my mind;&lt;br /&gt;nor really 'sunk' in. But you'll always be with me and I'll always be with you.&lt;br /&gt;you were too young, &lt;br /&gt;your time shouldn't have been up&lt;br /&gt;you're so smart and handsome, Anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'll never forget that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="2" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/ant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony J. Politano,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anthony J. Politano, 24, of Taunton, died Friday, June 13, 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A native of Brockton, the son of Rhonda Politano and Jose Lima &lt;br /&gt;and stepson of Calvin Jones and Olivia Rodrigues.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He had a love for life in general and for rap music and dancing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He worked in construction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Politano leaves seven brothers and sisters;&lt;br /&gt; Joseph Politano&amp;lt;33, Jermaine Politano&amp;lt;333, &lt;br /&gt;Gary Rodrigues, &lt;br /&gt;Maria Andrade, Carlos Andrade,&lt;br /&gt; Ze Andrade and Vitalina Andrade;&lt;br /&gt; his grandparents, Joseph and Joan Politano, &lt;br /&gt;Casamiro Barros and Inez Lima;&lt;br /&gt; and many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial gifts in Mr. Politano's memory &lt;br /&gt;may be made to Children&amp;rsquo;s Hospital Trust, &lt;br /&gt;1 Autumn St. #731, &lt;br /&gt;Boston MA 02215 &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;Shriners Hospital for Children, &lt;br /&gt;51 Blossom St., &lt;br /&gt;Boston MA 02114.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; on a lighter note, I turned 21 yesterday. suuu-wooooop=]</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jessicascimone:45841</id>
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    <title>jessicascimone @ 2008-06-27T20:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-06-28T00:57:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-02T22:53:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="3" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/P6221095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of all of these FAKE fucking friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a kind and sincere person.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are always cold -&amp;nbsp;but my heart is always warm.&lt;br /&gt;My arms are always open and my back is always turned.&lt;br /&gt;I hate hypocrites. You're all a fucking &lt;font size="3"&gt;JOKE&lt;/font&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed with emotion. I'm about to&lt;font size="3"&gt; EXPLODE&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;'ROLL BACK, ROLL BACK, ROLL BACK, ROLL BACK'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right off my shoulders and roll right down my back, please.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want this stress and all this bullshit worrying me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I love too much. I care too much. I help too much.&lt;br /&gt;and unfortunately because of that, I get&amp;nbsp;hurt/screwed/fucked(?) too much.&lt;br /&gt;Why&amp;nbsp;does it always have to be the quiet and&amp;nbsp;nice ones&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;that get walked over&lt;font size="4"&gt; ALLTHEFUCKINGTIME&lt;/font&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too available to everybody,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;yet nobody seems like they are ever available for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I guess we'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;As for now,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;there's only &lt;font size="4"&gt;TWO &lt;/font&gt;people in this world I can count on to be there for me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/frankahz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;my&lt;/font&gt; bunny&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/ruvz%20rooz%20booz/P1210447.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;font size="5"&gt;my &lt;/font&gt;baybay&amp;lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;It just sucks that BOTH of 'em live an hour away ;[[[[[[[&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>jessicascimone @ 2007-01-22T21:25:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-23T02:29:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T14:27:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="7" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/good%20timesss/119514183813_290_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY BABY SAM JONES!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:jessicascimone:23986</id>
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    <title>jessicascimone @ 2006-10-16T10:53:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-16T14:02:59Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-10T14:33:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>&lt;small&gt;murder by death</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v14/_now_or_never/abandoned%20building/PA130185.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Friday afternoon Clayton and I ventured off to the old Fruit Factory in Providence. It was only the two of us, and it was pretty dark in there. We only explored part of it. It sucked, the place was so boarded up it was hard for sunlight to shine through.&amp;nbsp;But the following day I went back with Fenique and Rachael &amp;amp; made sure we brought a flashlight!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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