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  <title>Tidy heart of insufficiencies</title>
  <subtitle>the expression of pain is such a mess of teenage cliches these days.</subtitle>
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  <updated>2009-02-19T08:23:29Z</updated>
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    <title>chasing birds.</title>
    <published>2009-02-19T08:23:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-19T08:23:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is the time of my life&lt;br /&gt;the times of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is always too &lt;br /&gt;far away&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it &lt;br /&gt;would be like to&lt;br /&gt;count our checks&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;tick marks on &lt;br /&gt;the stick that held you up&lt;br /&gt;cut a notch in for every &lt;br /&gt;sniffle fooglebird you saw&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will tell &lt;br /&gt;who you will become&lt;br /&gt;but for today&lt;br /&gt;lets ride on this carpet&lt;br /&gt;and we'll paint &lt;br /&gt;the table through&lt;br /&gt;the soggy paper&lt;br /&gt;watercolors are&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;shrugging&lt;br /&gt;they clean up easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could trap this moment &lt;br /&gt;In a bubble&lt;br /&gt;anyone looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;would see us blurred by the pink and blue&lt;br /&gt;slime around the comforting &lt;br /&gt;non collapsable &lt;br /&gt;Shield.&lt;br /&gt;close call&lt;br /&gt;keep us away from &lt;br /&gt;that pencil lead&lt;br /&gt;those scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you away from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to think about the day you leave me to jump off the ledge&lt;br /&gt;Spreading wings&lt;br /&gt;just like the fooglebird you so endearingly followed as &lt;br /&gt;a child</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:10986</id>
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    <title>moved</title>
    <published>2009-01-31T20:27:03Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-31T20:27:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and home internet up and running!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:10511</id>
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    <title>today</title>
    <published>2009-01-05T08:11:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-05T08:11:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am middle aged.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Fricken THIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;:[</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:10372</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-11-30T16:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-01T00:43:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-01T00:43:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">3BR/2.5Bth for only $359,000&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo floors, stainless steel appliances, upgrade to granite countertops, gas fireplace, energy efficient "Green Built" construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 large bedrooms, 2.5 baths, 1600+sq.ft of luxury in this well-built home. Nice yard, patio, gardens and playfield, detached garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like a dream come true. We are going to go look next weekend...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:10079</id>
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    <title>contemplating the move</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T11:51:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T11:51:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;The rain, the big city, the elevated cost of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is that one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband coming home Every night.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;sounds like we could bring another life into our mess without it being such a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate to leave our church though. that would be the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to leave now. I said start looking at houses, maybe he'll find one and we can do it, maybe he'll fined one and we'll decide, no.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he won't find one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if i even have a preference now as to which, but I know that no matter what our lives are changing.</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-11-07T22:38:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-08T06:42:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-08T06:42:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;SO he did it. I am not surprised. I am Glad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Maybe this is the change we are looking for.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:9646</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-10-05T10:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-10-05T17:10:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-05T17:10:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="brown"&gt;I wish I didnt believe,&lt;br /&gt;so I wouldn't have to feel like I am disappointing Him.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:9329</id>
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    <title>As of today i have been married for 10 years...</title>
    <published>2008-09-30T03:52:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-30T03:52:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">WOW... and dont feel bad that I am stuck inmy house with my two children... He is on business and took us on vacation just for this day... We got a whole weekend to make up for the trial he is currently working on. got home to flowers though... It was nice. He remembered that I love carnations. he used to get them for me in high school, but recently has been getting me roses because he thinks they are classier... but today it was 6 dozen carnations... Wow. i know, right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE called me today though... I mean the other HE the one I am so so so not thinking about anymore... He blocked his # and I knew I shouldnt answer a phone when the numbe ris restricted, but I was waiting for the jewler to call and say that they were done cleaning my jewelry and thought maybe it was them, got stuck talking to HIM for two hours... RRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still is madly inlove with me and I cant stop it. I dont know though. Somehow he found out I was in his city last weekend and wanted to know why I didnt call. AND I WAS SO PROUD OF MYSELF FOR NOT CALLING. and he made me feel like shit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess I can still be proud of myself and now I know that he will stoop to the level of blocking out his number to get hold of me, so now I cant answer unless I know who is calling... but other than that, the kids are healthy and happy. i am still married, and my rings are super shiny.</content>
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    <title>suicide</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T09:28:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T09:28:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">knowing that I am wrong and letting me go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;I am ruining lives.&lt;br /&gt;he knows it&lt;br /&gt;as do I.&lt;br /&gt;Its over.&lt;br /&gt;I believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Its done.&lt;br /&gt;I conceived it.&lt;br /&gt;Random's label of&lt;br /&gt;volumoscity&lt;br /&gt;and humoroscity&lt;br /&gt;i cant enable this&lt;br /&gt;humble&lt;br /&gt;mortal to continue&lt;br /&gt;to let me die.&lt;br /&gt;and kill who I am dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literary, not literal.&lt;br /&gt;suicide.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:8898</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-09-17T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-17T07:07:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-17T07:07:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;here comes some trials. &lt;br /&gt;family trip?&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i couldnt have planned it better.&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:8464</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-09-15T14:07:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-15T21:08:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-15T21:08:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;got a text yesterday. I didnt want to open it, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm in Seattle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not so far.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:8340</id>
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    <title>just a start.</title>
    <published>2008-09-13T05:51:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-13T05:51:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">its the way that I say yes every time I wonder if I could let you go, but say yes again every time you ask me if i want to go...&lt;br /&gt;I cant imagine what it would be like to live in a life where there is one man forever and ever. I am getting too close to having no men. Maybe its because the hubby is never here, leaving me to my own devices, fending for myself, for my children's selves. I cant imagine what it would be like to not feel like a single mom. Even though this doorknob on my finger should be reminder enough that I am "happily" married to this lawyer I don't even know anymore. Ahh well, such is life and such is the times to live the tv show you refuse to watch. I suppose there is something in between desperate and searching. I am not sure what. &lt;br /&gt;I think there is such an ingenious way that the human soul regenerates itself after serious damage. It allows one to believe whatever one needs to believe to be happy. I believe that love itself is pure, and purity means honesty. And silence isn't always a lie. &lt;br /&gt;Something I did not believe a few years ago that I &lt;italicized&gt;know &lt;normal&gt;to be true: once it seems to be over it is really just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;So here we go again. I hope he stays in town longer than expected, but if not, there will be seeing him again. I love him, and I love the thought of not saying a word about him.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:8176</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-09-05T12:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-05T19:14:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-05T19:14:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font color="red"&gt;I am happy today&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrsm2011:7742</id>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-30T12:39:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-30T19:39:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-30T19:39:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">friendship's lonely heartached moment &lt;br /&gt;reminds us we're too slow &lt;br /&gt;too young to take for granted&lt;br /&gt;the truth that we both know&lt;br /&gt;As age tears us apart&lt;br /&gt;and youth reminds us&lt;br /&gt;of terror of the dark&lt;br /&gt;how we have forgotten &lt;br /&gt;what we really loved&lt;br /&gt;plaguing our reality&lt;br /&gt;of frustrated teenality&lt;br /&gt;hurrying to this&lt;br /&gt;and franticling to that&lt;br /&gt;worrying about worship &lt;br /&gt;and how we fit the mold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break free from tradition &lt;br /&gt;and hold your heart out to us&lt;br /&gt;freedom betroths us &lt;br /&gt;from heartship's hindrances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight fight&lt;br /&gt;black back&lt;br /&gt;sign sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enormity and fortitude&lt;br /&gt;disturbia and enormitude&lt;br /&gt;fortuity and disturbatude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love love love&lt;br /&gt;evol evol evol evol evol&lt;br /&gt;evolve</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: The Meaning of Love</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T01:32:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T01:32:59Z</updated>
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does love mean to you, and why? Have you always felt this way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_rynanne' lj:user='rynanne' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rynanne.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://rynanne.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rynanne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=491'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=491"&gt;View 500 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Love means.&lt;br /&gt;-hunger&lt;br /&gt;-adoration&lt;br /&gt;-fleeting&lt;br /&gt;-wonderful&lt;br /&gt;-intention&lt;br /&gt;-focus&lt;br /&gt;-fidelity&lt;br /&gt;-frustration&lt;br /&gt;-empathy&lt;br /&gt;-sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;-polution&lt;br /&gt;-friendship&lt;br /&gt;-homelessness&lt;br /&gt;-worship&lt;br /&gt;-failure&lt;br /&gt;-parenting&lt;br /&gt;-future&lt;br /&gt;-need&lt;br /&gt;-flaws&lt;br /&gt;-contradict&lt;br /&gt;-forget&lt;br /&gt;-remember&lt;br /&gt;-harm&lt;br /&gt;-joy&lt;br /&gt;-unity&lt;br /&gt;-so so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt this way about certain ones mentioned, but have just aded to my list. I figure that if I ever felt a certain way about something so unexpicable, it must be true in some aspect.</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T23:41:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T06:43:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T06:43:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tonight my husband asked me if I am "okay."&lt;br /&gt;tired if lying to him I said i felt sick&lt;br /&gt;as if that wasnt a lie at all&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the whole truth&lt;br /&gt;But now he is at the store&lt;br /&gt;buying peptobismal</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T16:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T23:15:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T23:15:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Going to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Water feels like.... purity.&lt;br /&gt;And so do children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double emotional healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to eat some yogurt today an not puke.</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T01:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T08:38:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T08:38:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drags self up off the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;"get up"&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the desire to purge it all &lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;"you are too old for this."&lt;br /&gt;Ten years of marriage gives me this?&lt;br /&gt;"he will come check on you any second."&lt;br /&gt;be gone when he gets here&lt;br /&gt;"You are being selfish"&lt;br /&gt;you are fighting the loss that you never deserved to gain&lt;br /&gt;"GO in peace to love and serve the lord by loving and serving each other."&lt;br /&gt;What? didn't go to church this week.&lt;br /&gt;Felt unworthy dirty and fallen&lt;br /&gt;"Get up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T00:19:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T07:22:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T07:22:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">... &lt;br /&gt;what is this shit?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;FUCKKK &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I need that outlet, but it sucks!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I hate</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T00:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T07:17:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T07:17:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Frankly sir&lt;br /&gt;I wished it away&lt;br /&gt;you have a disease&lt;br /&gt;of the heart&lt;br /&gt;why cant you be alone&lt;br /&gt;what keeps you from &lt;br /&gt;the decision&lt;br /&gt;of her or her or her&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would I think that &lt;br /&gt;it could be me&lt;br /&gt;seconds after&lt;br /&gt;I give my heart&lt;br /&gt;to you in death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are betrothed &lt;br /&gt;to another&lt;br /&gt;by your own &lt;br /&gt;wicked soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you killed it&lt;br /&gt;and infected the other&lt;br /&gt;fast&lt;br /&gt;then slowly evaporating</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-19T00:06:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T07:14:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T07:14:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">frantically forgetting&lt;br /&gt;the lies that you&lt;br /&gt;randomly decided were&lt;br /&gt;going to be worth &lt;br /&gt;all the &lt;br /&gt;Hate&lt;br /&gt;the future &lt;br /&gt;self &lt;br /&gt;emaciation&lt;br /&gt;of soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied for you&lt;br /&gt;I am not a liar&lt;br /&gt;I cheated for you&lt;br /&gt;I am not a cheater&lt;br /&gt;I died for you&lt;br /&gt;I am not a quitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but MY head fell on straight&lt;br /&gt;by mistake&lt;br /&gt;by the life of&lt;br /&gt;the little ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;You hate being said no to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you ran to the other&lt;br /&gt;she is harder to access &lt;br /&gt;and long distance &lt;br /&gt;was enough&lt;br /&gt;when you had your wife&lt;br /&gt;and me&lt;br /&gt;and whoever else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why &lt;br /&gt;holy matrimony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you are doomed &lt;br /&gt;with the words&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;We discussed it&lt;br /&gt;unless you were lying then &lt;br /&gt;too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so shitless&lt;br /&gt;and mad&lt;br /&gt;and finding a thesaurus&lt;br /&gt;isnt worth the &lt;br /&gt;trouble &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the endpoint it&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;all the times you said you &lt;br /&gt;"love me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wasted too much &lt;br /&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-18T10:51:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T17:52:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T04:49:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today I am taking the kids to the lake.</content>
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    <title>twenty four hours</title>
    <published>2008-08-17T08:26:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-17T08:26:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hurts like hell</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-16T09:04:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T16:27:23Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-16T16:27:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night.&lt;br /&gt;Was the first time I knew&lt;br /&gt;to remember my&lt;br /&gt;bedside manners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after pillaging my &lt;br /&gt;mind body &lt;br /&gt;bite marks to show&lt;br /&gt;[shit. how many days is&lt;br /&gt;the camping trip?]&lt;br /&gt;You said what I &lt;br /&gt;was silently &lt;br /&gt;begging you to &lt;br /&gt;forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Come with me.&lt;br /&gt;~Why?&lt;br /&gt;-This is right.&lt;br /&gt;~Is it?&lt;br /&gt;-I wouldn't say it if I didn't think it was true.&lt;br /&gt;~Don't you respect that I have a family?&lt;br /&gt;-You don't respect that you have a family.&lt;br /&gt;~I guess I was hoping to make this a goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;-Never say goodbye to me.&lt;br /&gt;~Why? What do you care?&lt;br /&gt;-Don't try to hurt me to make it easier to leavye.&lt;br /&gt;  I've loved you too much for too long to not believe your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;~What do you see there?&lt;br /&gt;-I shouldn't have to tell you how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;~I'm not asking you to tell me how I feel, What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;-Okay. I see... "Please help me get away from routine."&lt;br /&gt;~Weird.&lt;br /&gt;-How so?&lt;br /&gt;~I think it will be routine that will save me.&lt;br /&gt;-Isn't that a little ridiculous? You have always hated routine.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-Isn't that why we found each other?&lt;br /&gt;~Funny. I thought it was love. &lt;br /&gt;-Don't act this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-Not everything can be a novel.&lt;br /&gt;~Not everyone can understand me fully. Maybe that is why I can't go with you. &lt;br /&gt;-Don't make things up. You know that you WILL be coming with me. &lt;br /&gt;~You can't ask me to leave my children. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;~They will always be first in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;~I can't abandon them. &lt;br /&gt;-Do you sound so desperate because you think when I leave I will take your heart with me and you will abandon them anyways, just not physically?&lt;br /&gt;~Always the dreamer. What is this about taking hearts and phsycology?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;~It's just not like you. &lt;br /&gt;-You are not like you anymore. i don't know if there is even a heart there to take with me. &lt;br /&gt;~Go. &lt;br /&gt;-I love you. &lt;br /&gt;~Never call me again. &lt;br /&gt;-Are you going to see me off at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;~I'm going to be busy.&lt;br /&gt;-I haven't told you when I leave.&lt;br /&gt;~Okay. When.&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;~Busy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;-So I guess this is... &lt;br /&gt;~The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;holding back the criticism that yes, &lt;br /&gt;I still want this to be a novel&lt;br /&gt;Then it wouldn't have to be real&lt;br /&gt;But its Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and I have three days &lt;br /&gt;before my heart &lt;br /&gt;leaves to the big &lt;br /&gt;city nearby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I said to it was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.</content>
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    <title>mrsm2011 @ 2008-08-14T20:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-15T03:56:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-15T03:56:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fall&lt;br /&gt;leaves&lt;br /&gt;leaving &lt;br /&gt;gone&lt;br /&gt;rake&lt;br /&gt;falls&lt;br /&gt;no one&lt;br /&gt;cares</content>
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