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        <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 13:41:03 PST</pubDate>        
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                <title>Loneliness</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 10:05:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Loneliness is a better murderer than death its-self<br />You find yourself in bed of nails<br />Bleeding heart, restless mind, lost soul<br />Unable to sleep...<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Ignorance</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 02:40:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Doesn't she know that not hearing any word from her is ,to me, like hearing all the voices of the world at the same time. A heightened sense of things. I don't like to hear the rain, and now I can't stop hearing it. Pouring, I can't sleep. The buzzing sound of the computer, the door, the footsteps, my cellphone rings and I kept on expecting that it's her. But it's not. It's my brother and I HATE HIM.<br /><br />All I need is her voice.<br />Then I'll calm, I'll be able to sleep.<br />Doesn't she know that already?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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