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				<title>Cold Autumn. </title> 
				<description> Clarity is something we all wish for. Clarity helps us to see the fact and truth of a situation. Clarity washes away the doubt. The doubt of yesterday, doubt of today, and the doubt of tomorrow.

Rose colored glasses make us blind. They make all which was once true to be clouded by love. The blindness of love makes us stupid. It makes us see through someone's faults... faults which could ruin a relationship. To look past what we see as deceitful or dishonest. Lies make love nothing. 

Honesty makes love worth having. Honesty keeps the justice of love real and true. Without honesty, without trust, a relationship will wither and become hell for all involved. When someone loves someone else, they want the other person to be happy... not themselves. So lies begin when the truth is too hard or difficult to bare.

But love is supposed to be hard. Life is supposed to be difficult. Other wise, it would not be worth having. If we don't work to sustain love and romance and heart, it dies. And all we once had is gone and emptiness is the only thing left. Emptiness and loneliness and hate is death to the soul. It breeds pain and agony.



I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to be able to trust him. I want to be positive about our love. I want to be confident with myself. I hate feeling this way.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 24 Nov 2008 17:34:15 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>I just </title> 
				<description> wanna die.












































so weak and powerless.... over you.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Sun, 23 Nov 2008 00:59:45 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>I hate. </title> 
				<description> Feeling like people are talking about you behind your back.
I hate.
Caring when other people don't.
I hate.
Bitches who create pain.



I love.
Ryan.

I have been asked several times why I love Ryan. I've always known the reason I just never was able to put it into words until it was quite obvious. I love Ryan because he has a genuinely kind heart. One of the most rare things in the world. He's so special, especially to me.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:59:17 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>Don't tell Lauren. </title> 
				<description> Trust? Haha. What's that?</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 12 Nov 2008 10:57:31 EST</pubDate>
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				<title>What about now? </title> 
				<description> Now what do I do.






I hate school...</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 20 Oct 2008 11:24:27 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Lies, lies, lies </title> 
				<description> Friends suck.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 15 Oct 2008 10:05:18 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Everyone... </title> 
				<description> Is so passionate.
I forget what that used to be like.

I admit that I miss crying. I miss being in pain. I miss being blissfully out of reality. I'm so out of touch with everything here. I'm so focused on school... 



...that all my friends seem to have forgotten me. And I've forgotten how good I feel when they're around.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 13 Oct 2008 20:24:22 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>No Subject </title> 
				<description> There is a nasty smoker beside me and I'm gagging from the smell so I'll make this short.

I got a 3.9 on my paper I thought was worth 0.0. I'm so proud of myself I could burst out right now.


I love having intimate discussions about people and the universe and religion. Come talk to me. I</description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 02 Oct 2008 12:54:07 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>No Subject </title> 
				<description> There is a nasty smoker beside me and I'm gagging from the smell so I'll make this short.

I got a 3.9 on my paper I thought was worth 0.0. I'm so proud of myself I could burst out right now.


I love having intimate discussions about people and the universe and religion. Come talk to me. I</description> 
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				<pubDate> Thu, 02 Oct 2008 12:53:54 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>... </title> 
				<description> Honestly, I often feel awful when everyone pokes fun at how old John McCain is.
He's had so many health problems and still hasn't achieved his dream.
And he is old, it's true. But when people know they're close to death, and haven't lived their life to the fullest, obviously it's going to make them feel terrible.


I don't wanna die</description> 
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				<pubDate> Fri, 22 Aug 2008 02:07:08 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Wow. </title> 
				<description> I loved yesterday. And the day before. And today.

And ryan.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:30:26 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>Internet </title> 
				<description> Unavailable.
Won't be on much.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Sun, 17 Aug 2008 14:49:56 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>So my life recently... </title> 
				<description> Has consisted of work, WoW (yes, I succumb and created an account which isn't too bad if you have someone to do everything with :P), Donkey Kong 64, and Harry Potter.
I'm gunna start babysitting Stan's little girl Zoe next week. He's the owner of The Soda Factory. She's SO frikkin cute. And I really miss being with children. I can't stop thinking about my Morrows in these summer. I love those kids and miss them like crazy.

So yes, that's it. No real friends or anything. Just Ry. Which is nice.
But I do miss them... But they don't miss me :P</description> 
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				<pubDate> Wed, 16 Jul 2008 01:44:43 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>FUCK </title> 
				<description> distance.</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 14 Jul 2008 19:34:05 EDT</pubDate>
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				<title>The alcohol and demerol </title> 
				<description> Never could replace
What a minute with you could do
To put a smile on my face...







I'm dying of a broken heart,
And it's all that I have caused...</description> 
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				<pubDate> Mon, 23 Jun 2008 01:19:47 EDT</pubDate>
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