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                <title>oh..sembreak..its coming...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 12:09:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual. These years that I have been in love have been the darkest days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being in love with a girl who does not and will not love me back. Oh god, just the sight of her! Heart pounding! Throat thickening! Sweat pouring! All the usual symptoms....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>hugger-mugger feeling.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 12:06:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know i used to spend every day thinking about you and dreaming about you, and everytime you walked by i lost myself, do you know what that feels like? And you couldnt possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back. Look, i'm sorry if you miss the way i looked at you, but i dont miss the way you never looked at me...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>how to deal.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 12:04:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I suck with words. but sometimes words aren't the thing. Love isn't about words, it's about what you do...and what I did, running away, it was stupid. We both know love is a big, scary, evil concept. but if you feel it, it's gonna follow you around like a hungry dog. I didn't mean to say that love is a dog....I just mean i'm not going anywhere. I love you. If love beats us up let's just beat it up right back. We can do this. If you're ready to make the jump, I'll be right there to catch you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>autobigraphy.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 22 Sep 2007 11:55:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ÂOnce or twice IÂve talked about myself. No facts, jargons or anything. I just give random thoughts or feelings. IÂm vague. I just donÂt feel comfortable giving so much of myself, as if I were stuff ready for sale. I am not an article of commerce. I donÂt need to sell myself here. IÂm just a lost person barring his soul, and I canÂt really give any more than I already have-just like a seller in a contract of sales and credit transactions.<br />
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I can be anyone you wanted me to be. ÂSteven by estoppelÂ Its nice to pretend and to escape once in awhile, but in the end it would still be the real me- I am Steven Michael D. Gala- I wanted to feel better about myself. And I did. It was four years of Bedan casting, molding and forming, and IÂd had enough. I am readyÂÂ<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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