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  <title>but for lack of providence</title>
  <subtitle>andrew</subtitle>
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    <email>brisch08@newpaltz.edu</email>
    <name>andrew</name>
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    <title>of_providence @ 2007-12-18T17:30:00</title>
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    <content type="html">i just took my last final.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating dinner with meg, dropping something off, and then i'm out of here. the talk last night with kt was exactly what it needed to be. how have things become this? how have i let myself be surrounded by such toxicity, surrealism, melodrama, meanness, and hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate escaping things, anything. i hate feeling like i am running away from something rather than dealing with it head on, but i think i have. i've somehow resolved things with myself and that's all i can ask for. how are kt and meg leaving me? this place? how will i survive without them next semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. 2 weeks. a rounder number, more whole than 2007. i'm more whole. The Process. the ultimate cop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i go. surrounding myself with the good things in life. gbye.</content>
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