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<pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2008 07:59:42 -0700</pubDate>
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<pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 16:37:14 -0700</pubDate>
<title><![CDATA[http://silentreverie.stumbleupon.com/review/24651447/]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA["Love isn't something you feel, it's something you do. And if the person you're with doesn't want it, you know, do yourself a favor and save it for someone who does." <br />
<br />
six feet under]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 08:44:01 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[bring on the rain <br />
please, baby, I need the change<br />
<br />
I don't ever want to love another.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 13:15:12 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I'm scared of something new<br />
when the end is so near.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:46:25 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[life is finally looking brighter.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 07:04:12 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[If there's any other reason why I hate living in suburbia besides it's overall fake attitude and lifestyle, it's those stupid lawnmowers. Just about ever hour of the day, every day of the week, a bunch of gardeners come in to mow our already perfect lawns. Excuse me, almost perfect lawns. God forbid the grass grows longer than two inches. <br />
Not only that, but after they make a hell of a lot of noise, people have to make sure their edges are prefectly straight. Like grass actually grows like that. So of course they to to make additional noise with this spinning blade thing that could pretty much take off anyones head. <br />
And those leaf blowers. Oh my god. The leaf blowers. They sound like a hurricane coming to remove that one leaf stuck in your bushes. And of course, they have to scan the whole lawn with it for any other hiding leaves, driving a person insane, which is why I'm writing about grass less than an hour after I wake up.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 18:31:57 -0700</pubDate>
<title><![CDATA[http://silentreverie.stumbleupon.com/review/22586183/]]></title>
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<description><![CDATA[I'm sad again.<br />
<br />
I get sad too much, I think.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 13:26:53 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I don't belong here.]]></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 16:56:27 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA["In the light of the sun,<br />
Is there anyone?<br />
Oh it has begun.<br />
Oh dear, you look so lost,<br />
Eyes are red<br />
And tears are shed,<br />
This world you must've crossed.<br />
You said,<br />
You don't know me,<br />
And you don't even care, oh yeah,<br />
She said,<br />
You don't know me,<br />
And you don't wear my chains, oh yeah.<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
I think I'll start a new life.<br />
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name."<br />
<br />
...waiting]]></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 17:23:44 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA["I've heard this one before<br />
about the princess and the pauper<br />
and i know just how it ends<br />
now it doesn't end<br />
well it just ends<br />
some things you learn from hurting yourself<br />
and some things you learn from<br />
hurting someone else"]]></description>
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<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 19:50:01 -0700</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I feel so numb. <br />
<br />
After what seems like eternity of crying an endless sea, I finally realized that it's all bullshit.  I shouldn't be crying about a wooden plaque, seriously, who needs that wooden plaque or shiny trophy anyways? It's all just so.. breakable. <br />
<br />
<br />
Like my heart. Which a great deal was spent on endlessly running, doing drills, maintaining that perfect control of the ball, perfecting that quick hit that sends the ball past the goalie. <br />
<br />
And crying when I didn't make varsity. <br />
And trying another year.<br />
<br />
I spent FOUR YEARS in this cycle, from the first day I step on the field for soccer tryouts and realized they were over-and got recruited for field hockey, to each and ever practice after that. <br />
<br />
So why does it feel as if I have to prove myself to a different coach each year? So why do I fall so much lower in their eyes compared to everyone else? And so, why do I feel like giving up something I love so much? <br />
<br />
Because at this point, I've reached rock bottom. I've reached that place where you lose most hope and just feel terrible. And I hate that feeling about something I love so much. <br />
<br />
And without the help of an amazing friend, I wouldn't have realize that after ever time I fall in a game, although it hurts like hell, I get up, brush the dirt off my kilt, and start running after the ball again. And I need to do that with the whole sport, or lose it. I'm going to get myself up, brush the past away, and just start running.]]></description>
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