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                <title>I'm Sorry Sometimes</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:51:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I feel a little jealous inside... Imagining someone could please you more than me. I guess it's my insercurity acting up a bit becasue I know... I'm not the most beautiful.. Most fun... Or even the most exciting person you'll ever meet.. But I do know that now Matter how hard and long you search... You will never find a girl who cares about you.. The way I do<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~r3dpassi0n</author>
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                <title>This is Me</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:44:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You're probably 10 times cooler then me. You probably have cooler hair. You're probably skinner. You're probably more Punk looking. You're most likely more straight edge or hardcore then I will ever be. You probably have better clothes,better stlye. You probably have more talents then I do. You probably think this is lame. You probably will never understand me. You probably never will know the real me. I am not going to say my friends are better then yours because chances are we share the same ones. I am a confusing person..if you understand half the things I say, it's safe to say you're crazy. I'm not short. I write alot but I hate showing people it. I am shy. I am impatient. I don't talk very much at first. I am witty. I am me. I speak my mind. I give good advice and I am a good listener. I love concerts. I love music. I love parks. I love swings. I am crazy. I am weird. I am dramatically over dramatic. I am nice. I love upside down hearts and stars.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~r3dpassi0n</author>
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                <title>Fake friends vs Real friends.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2007 02:06:16 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM or cher<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."<br />
<br />
FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.<br />
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out<br />
<br />
FAKE FRIENDS: Will read this.<br />
REAL FRIENDS: Will steal this, just like i did<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~r3dpassi0n</author>
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                <title>footprints</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 06:03:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ One night a man had a dream. He dreamed<br />
he was walking along the beach with the LORD.<br />
<br />
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. <br />
For each scene he noticed two sets of <br />
footprints in the sand: one belonging <br />
to him, and the other to the LORD.<br />
<br />
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,<br />
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.<br />
<br />
He noticed that many times along the path of<br />
his life there was only one set of footprints.<br />
<br />
He also noticed that it happened at the very<br />
lowest and saddest times in his life.<br />
<br />
This really bothered him and he <br />
questioned the LORD about it: <br />
<br />
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow <br />
you, you'd walk with me all the way.<br />
But I have noticed that during the most <br />
troublesome times in my life,<br />
there is only one set of footprints. <br />
I don't understand why when <br />
I needed you most you would leave me."<br />
<br />
The LORD replied:<br />
<br />
"My son, my precious child,<br />
I love you and I would never leave you.<br />
During your times of trial and suffering,<br />
when you see only one set of footprints, <br />
it was then that I carried you."<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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