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  <title>I will never give in.</title>
  <subtitle>If you don't believe that something’s worth dying for, you're already dead</subtitle>
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    <name>violetanais</name>
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  <updated>2008-09-03T01:46:59Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:128562</id>
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    <title> Where I’m From</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T01:46:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T01:46:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I am from hearts, from shoes and pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the bricks and wood, simple, warm, textured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the roses, weeds, and air, the details, the ugly, and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Christmas morning and strength, from Paige, Ron, and Frances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the visionary and passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From no and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Love, as I breathe into the world the change I cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the South, Fried Bologna, and Eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the time my grandmother cried in front of me, the time my mother said I am proud of you, and my father smiled and wished me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the oak trunk with a letter to myself that I was to open when I was 21, the hallway downstairs of what it means to see the innocence in a child's eye. I am from your heart, when it was the most loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from coffee pots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From smiles and sighs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burning bright and lighting the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from vanilla and sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Frances and Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the loving and extreme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From long winded conversations and witty one liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from support, love, passion, steadfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to mend broken hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm from your eyes and your lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken and pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From soft hands, lips that talk, curves that move, hands that heal, and her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To long arms, familiar smells, and oversized shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos and scars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words to never forget, to always remember, wounds self inflicted, healed only on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from those moments – forever on the outside, to remind me what color red is and just how bold it can be.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:128509</id>
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    <title>city lights</title>
    <published>2008-09-03T01:46:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-03T01:46:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">*July, 6 08*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it in the evening, pavement rushing underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city lights make me feel like I'm closer to home than I knew.&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise everything will be perfect every day, but I can promise that I will love you more and more every day I wake.&lt;br /&gt;What is living really, if you aren't living it with the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Everything else may stand to make things harder at times, but there is nothing better to live for and to teach, and to inspire around you than true love in every glance, every movement, and every time you say good morning. That in itself is enough to change the world, because that is a foundation that if you have everything else can fall into place over time.&lt;br /&gt;United, we can be that change we want to see in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing is so effortless with you. Like a part of me I had never forgotten, stuck inside of me forever and without it I am not myself completely. I can be quiet and your arms give me the warmth to calm the storm brewing in my head. Nothing has ever fit so perfectly. As if it were made just for me, to fit every sound in my heart, every song in my head, and to inspire every work I am to create.&lt;br /&gt;It's so very quiet here without you, my eyes misty and my hands empty.&lt;br /&gt;Not for long though, not for long. Soon enough we will be back to that unspoken place, spoken only in glances, and loss of breath. Where we dare not say aloud what we both know as truth, either way things are what they are and no words said or unsaid can change the beating of our hearts, and the look in our eyes. Sometimes things just fit, and nothing else seems to compare.&lt;br /&gt;This is what they make songs about.&lt;br /&gt;This is what they write poems about.&lt;br /&gt;We have everything people go their entire lives wishing they would know.&lt;br /&gt;And it's safe to say we do.&lt;br /&gt;It's safe to say we do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:128185</id>
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    <title>Baby You're The Best Part of My Day</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T06:44:40Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T06:44:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We will do it all&lt;br /&gt;When the nights fall, silent and heavy hearts find a new way to fill&lt;br /&gt;The parts emptied&lt;br /&gt;The parts removed by others hands&lt;br /&gt;We will do it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happens to us, when we are taught our ABC’s&lt;br /&gt;Of life&lt;br /&gt;We are taught who we are, by what others do and say to us&lt;br /&gt;We are meant to feel like there is something wrong with &lt;br /&gt;Who we were to begin with&lt;br /&gt;That open heart that cared so much,&lt;br /&gt;The one you never doubted&lt;br /&gt;Becomes easy to doubt&lt;br /&gt;Because their words cuts like knifes&lt;br /&gt;Their actions make us feel like we are nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Something happens to us when we forget.&lt;br /&gt;Forget what it felt like to wake up, happy for who you are&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Happy for the love you have inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes dormant because of fear&lt;br /&gt;Fear instilled by the world’s doubts placed on them&lt;br /&gt;Fear created to instill doubt on everything you ever believed&lt;br /&gt;When the real truth is it never went away&lt;br /&gt;It’s still there, trying to peak its head past those &lt;br /&gt;Scary words and actions of others&lt;br /&gt;Trying to see if it’s safe to come out&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, it’s never safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s safety in itself that keeps most of us from &lt;br /&gt;Truly waking up each day forgetting the cost &lt;br /&gt;Is has on our souls, and the price we feel in our bones&lt;br /&gt;Its safety that causes us to fear others words&lt;br /&gt;Others reactions&lt;br /&gt;Others thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Others &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life belongs to one person&lt;br /&gt;It belongs to each of us&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to live&lt;br /&gt;To live true&lt;br /&gt;Is to live from your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the only thing that can save you&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that can keep you together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tears stop&lt;br /&gt;When your freedom comes&lt;br /&gt;And the day you can look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;To see your face&lt;br /&gt;It will be like the first time&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if you had never &lt;br /&gt;Woken up to begin with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe your flesh and bones&lt;br /&gt;And your limbs moved&lt;br /&gt;And your mouth worked&lt;br /&gt;But the part that gave it all life&lt;br /&gt;Was waiting on that day&lt;br /&gt;And I will be standing right there&lt;br /&gt;When it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are made with hearts larger than we know&lt;br /&gt;It just takes someone to remind us &lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;That they are not always right&lt;br /&gt;Because the truth is they never saw &lt;br /&gt;The parts of you that meant &lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;The parts that make you who you are&lt;br /&gt;And those my dear&lt;br /&gt;Are built from love&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;You can truly feel it completely&lt;br /&gt;For the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because at the end of the days &lt;br /&gt;The ABC’s don’t mean shit&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t love the one in your heart&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t hold the one you long for&lt;br /&gt;When nights are cold&lt;br /&gt;And to kiss good morning &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only thing worth it&lt;br /&gt;Because actions &lt;br /&gt;And our hearts sing louder&lt;br /&gt;Than any letters could spell&lt;br /&gt;Words in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts stay intertwined,&lt;br /&gt;And together&lt;br /&gt;They always become &lt;br /&gt;One</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Running Things</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T04:37:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T04:37:00Z</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 would you change about your country if you could be in charge for a day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_gentle_dream' lj:user='gentle_dream' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://gentle-dream.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://gentle-dream.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;gentle_dream&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=514'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=514"&gt;View 501 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;&lt;br /&gt;everyone would have to listen to motown all day.</content>
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    <title>violetanais @ 2008-08-19T00:35:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T04:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T04:35:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;HBPC - The Visionary&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humanity, Background, Big Picture, and Color&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/1898890084942124099.jpeg" width="500" height="261" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;You perceive the world with particular attention to humanity.  You focus on the hidden treasures of life (the background) and how that fits into the larger picture.  You are also particularly drawn towards the colors around you.  Because of the value you place on humanity, you tend to seek out other people and get energized by being around others.  You like to ponder ideas and imagine the many possibilities of your life without worrying about the details or specifics.  You are in tune with all that is around you and understand your life as part of a larger whole.  You are a down-to-earth person who enjoys going with the flow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom:0in;"&gt;The Perception Personality Types:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/16715388163861827773.gif___1_500_1_2000_7fa54554_.jpg" alt="16715388163861827773.gif___1_500_1_2000_7fa54554_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-perception-personality-image-test"&gt;Take The Perception Personality Image Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:127476</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Your Username</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T02:41:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T02:41:00Z</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;Why did you choose your user name? Is there any special meaning or story behind it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;Submitted By &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lilbananapie' lj:user='lilbananapie' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilbananapie.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://lilbananapie.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilbananapie&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=515'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=515"&gt;View 502 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;&lt;br /&gt;Violet comes from the name of Jennifer Tilly's character in Bound, as well as the color i tend to gravitate too.&lt;br /&gt;Anais, is the first name of my favorite author Anais nin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we have it.</content>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Some words to live by...</title>
    <published>2008-06-04T23:57:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-04T23:57:45Z</updated>
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    <lj:music>Pink</lj:music>
    <content type="html">"Live for something, or Die for nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it be a trait like, your morals, your integrity, your honesty or for the change you can bring to others. &lt;br /&gt;It like totally makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class='appwidget appwidget-qotd' id='LJWidget_5'&gt;
&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 words do you find wise enough to live by?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&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=407'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=407"&gt;View 502 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;
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    <title>I never claimed to be a poet.</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T01:37:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T01:37:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I could stay up all night here in this smoke filled room&lt;br /&gt;With my headphones on&lt;br /&gt;So much talk of color&lt;br /&gt;And bruises of black and blue&lt;br /&gt;If you were here I would say,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I don’t know how I got here&lt;br /&gt;Only that I have&lt;br /&gt;And if you close your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Ill dance with you&lt;br /&gt;And we can pretend your scars don’t &lt;br /&gt;Hurt when it’s cold outside&lt;br /&gt;And my arms will feel like home&lt;br /&gt;I’ll even let you rest your head in my hands&lt;br /&gt;And we can make believe my skin is as warm as&lt;br /&gt;It ever was&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in pacing&lt;br /&gt;I think it’s for those who are afraid of falling&lt;br /&gt;It only hurts for a moment&lt;br /&gt;We still have time&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying &lt;br /&gt;I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;There are days I can’t remember&lt;br /&gt;How I got home&lt;br /&gt;Or where I went when I was gone&lt;br /&gt;Only that I woke up here&lt;br /&gt;Heart beating heavy&lt;br /&gt;Wakes me from my sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can barely keep up anymore&lt;br /&gt;I grow older&lt;br /&gt;I see it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I watch from the window&lt;br /&gt;To see how long I stay still&lt;br /&gt;I sing only to remember&lt;br /&gt;I remember only &lt;br /&gt;The song the trigger makes&lt;br /&gt;And there is no crime small enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once wrote&lt;br /&gt;“That when a woman has kept her legs closed for 35 years, it's too late-either for love-or for poetry."&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I never claimed to be a poet.</content>
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    <title>These days</title>
    <published>2008-03-27T00:24:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-27T00:33:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I sat in my car, for what seemed like hours&lt;br /&gt;Of course only minutes passed&lt;br /&gt;I guess that’s how it goes these days&lt;br /&gt;I can remember to close my eyes long enough&lt;br /&gt;To realize where I am&lt;br /&gt;And wake right back up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that my back left tire was low on air&lt;br /&gt;I had never seen him before, but I said thank you &lt;br /&gt;And smiled&lt;br /&gt;He was right, after all it was very low on air&lt;br /&gt;So I went down the street to fill it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank him today&lt;br /&gt;When I walked outside again&lt;br /&gt;But people around here&lt;br /&gt;All look the same&lt;br /&gt;We all want to be somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;We wear it on our skin like makeup&lt;br /&gt;It’s not obvious, unless you really look for it&lt;br /&gt;At least that’s how it should be &lt;br /&gt;It will stain your pillows, dirty your hands&lt;br /&gt;And leave a strange taste on your lips&lt;br /&gt;But no matter&lt;br /&gt;I said this several times to myself&lt;br /&gt;Quietly and under my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will see him again&lt;br /&gt;He had the same look on his face&lt;br /&gt;But something lonely underneath&lt;br /&gt;Bad posture and insecure speech&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell him thank you&lt;br /&gt;And maybe in a smile from someone &lt;br /&gt;He has seen but once before&lt;br /&gt;He may recognize a familiar stain &lt;br /&gt;On my clothes&lt;br /&gt;And maybe he might stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he will know&lt;br /&gt;That it’s no matter&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes &lt;br /&gt;Thats just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;These days</content>
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    <title>I wish you would</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T03:35:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T03:35:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You can’t afford to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;The price is too high&lt;br /&gt;Not to be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something calming here&lt;br /&gt;Nothing scratching from inside&lt;br /&gt;Just a few melodies&lt;br /&gt;Running thru me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is short&lt;br /&gt;And I know this now&lt;br /&gt;Though I knew it then&lt;br /&gt;I have no excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a loaded gun&lt;br /&gt;And I put it to my heart&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;So I could see just the right spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the point of bullets&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t pull the trigger?&lt;br /&gt;These tears don’t forget&lt;br /&gt;And neither do I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a silent scream&lt;br /&gt;Rang so loud&lt;br /&gt;Gripping at best&lt;br /&gt;Just outside your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get your own&lt;br /&gt;Because this one is mine&lt;br /&gt;I earned it&lt;br /&gt;By vital skin and tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound is&lt;br /&gt;All that’s left for you now&lt;br /&gt;The sound is&lt;br /&gt;All you can hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no certain terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would</content>
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    <title>May Flies</title>
    <published>2008-03-12T03:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-12T03:36:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I’ll say it loud&lt;br /&gt;So you can hear&lt;br /&gt;It’s the wrong place&lt;br /&gt;It’s the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand here all night&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moment&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more days&lt;br /&gt;Before I break completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sign your affidavit&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to walk&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stand up straight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll try to speak&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll try to breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that train will come&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t move&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast&lt;br /&gt;Steadfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs won’t work&lt;br /&gt;My mouth won’t fall&lt;br /&gt;Open&lt;br /&gt;I’ll face it head on&lt;br /&gt;And knock one down&lt;br /&gt;For old times sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a few more days&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>My fav</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T02:20:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T02:20:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Picture I took of Rollins...I love him and this is my favorite of the set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/mini-DSCF0026.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:125162</id>
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    <title>Float</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T02:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T02:02:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My face looked like a strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only think about where I was then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I know now, is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held all of you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept your heads above water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you could swim on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would watch from a distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place was home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it feels so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't recognize any of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just memories of where I once sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And where I could stay warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even see your face anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things are so heavy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just start sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be lighter if anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never cared if I drowned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty face for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or another fix to fill your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even something to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About everything you hated about yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under your bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a memory that fades with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To remind you of what it was like to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who you always wished you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like all memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They replay in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the edge if they play at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just rest here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red has always been my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:124707</id>
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    <title>Trust me</title>
    <published>2008-03-11T01:58:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-11T02:04:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Words don't fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they used too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no medicine for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People look right thru you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never know your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walk right by with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their own fingerprints on your throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder so often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to scream so they might hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to bleed bright red so they might look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their footsteps always go right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the dirt on the soles of their shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the mark they leave on the concrete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know breaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until they crush your bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't know what's left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you think everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until all you feel is the scar tissue they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave so effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting up is the easy part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's falling that cuts you into pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day you will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wish you didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jut trust me</content>
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    <title>Ha. And worth every penny.</title>
    <published>2008-03-05T18:32:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-05T18:32:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellarity.us/in-bed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hellarity.us/in-bed/quiz/gd2.php?cost=1,193" style="z-index:55;" alt="bedroom toys" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8px; position:relative; left: -105px; top:9px;"&gt;Powered By &lt;a href="http://theirtoys.com"&gt;Adult Toys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:124321</id>
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    <title>violetanais @ 2008-02-22T10:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-22T15:21:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-22T15:21:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table border="0" bgcolor="black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=23687"&gt;&lt;font color="2D3562"&gt;What color is your soul painted?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="2D3562" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your soul is painted the color red, which embodies the characteristics of love, strength, physical energy, sex, passion, courage, protection, excitement, speed, leadership, power, danger, and respect. Red is the color of the element Fire, and is associated with blood, life and death, birth, volcanoes, and intense emotions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=23687"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" border="0" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/full_833073952.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=23687"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="2" color="white"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="C0C0C0" face="verdana"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm"&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>For Andrew on His Birthday</title>
    <published>2008-01-05T08:28:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-05T08:30:21Z</updated>
    <category term="andrew&amp;apos;s birthday"/>
    <lj:music>This Cold</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:123491</id>
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    <title>True Romance</title>
    <published>2007-12-09T20:55:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T20:59:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What would you do, if&amp;nbsp; someone knew your favorite Romantic movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one night, they take you to see a movie at the Vista Theater...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/DSCF0387-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they took you to dinner at Rae's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/DSCF0396-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then took you to the Safari Inn to spend the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/DSCF0397-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/DSCF0401-vi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at at the end of the night, they give you a ring and on the inside of the ring it says...&lt;br /&gt;"You're so cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I would do....brag about it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:violetanais:123386</id>
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    <title>22.18</title>
    <published>2007-04-08T03:53:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-08T04:00:16Z</updated>
    <category term="i love you."/>
    <lj:music>Piano</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were right. Ever since you have known me, there has been something keeping me from 100%. It isn’t anything new. Before, there was always something to fight against; always someone who didn’t believe and I found it my only means of life to make it so. All along just keeping that something from ever really showing up and staying. Keeping it just under the surface so it never came out, it never stayed, it never took over because there was nothing hurtful to distract me from it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I can’t shake it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe all those times people hurt me, lied to me, took me for granted and made me feel like nothing…maybe this is what’s left. What has been built over so many years from the other side of happiness. Piece by piece, just stacking away on top of each other one after another and I never saw it coming. And this time, it’s not going away so quickly. It’s almost as if I have to cry it out to the point of devastation over and over until it’s all gone. Like an infection, you bleed it out. Except I don’t bleed anymore, now there is nothing for me to do but cry. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I played piano for almost an hour tonight, and I have been listening to it on repeat. Jumbled notes, minor keys, soft too loud it goes in an instant. Over and over I hear everything that goes on in my head. Only this time my words will fall short because I can't explain it. But I can hear it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw a picture of you and her tonight. It made me remember how it feels to be sick. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How I can’t stand the look on her face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I think about what I let them do to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And how he was the first one that came along and showed me it was okay to be stuck in this skin. It was ok to hurt and to cry and now he barely recognizes me anymore. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This lost little girl that barely resembles the person he knew. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I swear I’m in here somewhere, and maybe when I’m done crying I’ll wake up and see her in the mirror.&lt;span style=""&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I can sleep this off, and bleed this out, and wake up and recognize something familiar. Maybe I can wake up and remind you why you fell in love with me in the first place, and maybe I can make it worth all the trouble I cause you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But you would never admit it anyway you are too much like me. You will find a nice way to clean it up, to make it pretty because nothing can ever be ugly with us. You have too much heart to see it any other way. I guess I have always been hopeless. I spent too much time giving it to everyone else, and now I guess I’m trying to figure out how to fill back up. But I didn’t realize until now what it meant. How important it all is. And I’m glad I didn’t give it all away, that I still have a string or two holding me together. I still have the ability to write about nothing and somehow turn it into something. As well as the ability to keep the few of you next to my heart yet allow you to feel so far away. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll be back, I know I will. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything is a fucking funeral.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And the burial comes next. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Help women in need... takes one minute to click on the site</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T23:24:00Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-08T23:24:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="2"&gt;You probably have never thought of this, but women's shelters in the&lt;br /&gt;U.S. go through thousands of tampons and pads monthly. Assistance&lt;br /&gt;agencies generally help with expenses of "everyday" necessities such as&lt;br /&gt;toilet paper, diapers, and clothing, but one of the most BASIC needs is&lt;br /&gt;overlooked - feminine hygiene products. (Who is at the helm of the&lt;br /&gt;funding assistance agencies anyway!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Generation, a green paper products and cleaning products&lt;br /&gt;company, has a do-good attitude and will donate a box of sanitary&lt;br /&gt;products to a women's shelter in your chosen state - just for clicking&lt;br /&gt;the link. Talk about easy (literally takes less than 1 minute and they&lt;br /&gt;ask nothing of you). And, yes, it is legitimate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tampontification.com/donate.php&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for helping out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be only one person in the world,&lt;br /&gt;but you may also be the world to one person.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>violetanais @ 2007-03-07T23:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-08T04:48:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-08T04:48:18Z</updated>
    <lj:music>My Piano</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;We are just two lost little girls&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Two little girls that are used to being left out&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Left behind and taken for granted&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;We know nothing more than these few things&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;We only know chaos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Insecurity and never feeling like you’re good enough&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;For anything more than the bullshit those&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Assholes left behind&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;We are the scattered pieces of everything we once were&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;With a needle and thread desperately trying to sew back together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;The things we knew we wanted to keep&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;That people just keep tearing off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;As if to see how long it takes us to figure out &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Just the right spot to fit them back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;So we run around constantly being affected&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;By everything around us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Constantly sewing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Constantly piecing everything back together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Constantly trying to find peace &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And a safe place to rest our head &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;So we don’t worry anymore about things being &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Ripped&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Apart or every having to put them back together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;But we do &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Each and every day we live&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Because the world around us has conditioned us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;To be prepared&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;To keep the thread handy &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Cause at some point we think someone will take it from us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Tear it away without weapon or even a fight&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Just pull it apart and walk away slowly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Because they don’t think we would chase them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Because it’s so easy for them to take&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And we so easily give&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;We don’t bother to hide the pieces away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;In a safe place&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;It just defeats the purpose&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;At the end of the day I’m the lost little girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Looking for a safe place to lay my head&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Because I’m tired of sewing and I’m tired of chasing around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Pieces that were never me to begin with&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I’m tired&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And for once I realize they could take it all away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;But it will just grown back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And I will still be that little girl&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And nothing anyone can do&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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    <title>I'm officially better than you.</title>
    <published>2007-02-13T00:54:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-13T00:57:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nelly Furtado</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I got a star named after me for Valentines day, what did you get?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Get your own Amanda, this one is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://photobucket.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/ScannedImage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Work...Religion...And well yeah.</title>
    <published>2007-01-27T15:33:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-27T15:33:35Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Vast-One More Day</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I have this team at my job. Just the three of us, and one of them (Faith) has been not caring about the job, showing up late, being negative and such recently so I talked to her about it and she says she is sorry, that people were just being negative there and she was feeding into it. I encouraged her to make a difference by not letting them bring her down, but to bring them up and inspire them to change etc. etc. And asked her to decide basically if she wants to work hard and do a good job or move on. I wanted her there, but if she can't do that to let me know. &lt;br /&gt;She tells me that she is writing me a letter and will leave it at my desk for me to get today.&lt;br /&gt;Now we talk alot, she knows Im gay she hears me talk to Ashanta all the time about personal things, there are no secrets with me with anyone even at work. She is Christian and finds that to be WHO she is. She also sees how I impact those around me, and honestly i think it confuses her completely that i can be gay and such a good person and not believe in her god, or do it for her god.  So anyway,  I scanner her letter she sent me below and my response typed below. &lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the length of it all but it was the only way i knew it would be legible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v168/ilovejoanjett/3-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of let me thank you for the effort it took you to write that, and the time and thought you put into it. I understand you need to do what you are told to do and that is great for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need you to understand, &lt;br /&gt;When I spoke of the things my mother wanted me to do that I would never do- It had nothing to do with any of this. My friends or family have never wanted me to do anything that I’m not already doing. Whatever misunderstanding that has happened to make you think that, is just that a misunderstanding. MY friends and my family are very close with me and happy with the person I am, who I have become, and what I do with my life each and every day. So first I want to clarify that. I have nothing but love, loving people, and beautiful people around me that would die for me as I would them. Whatever pieces of something that has been said or came up to give you any impression other than that, are simply just not factual. This is including my mother now. All we needed was a little clarification and as I suspected she is happy completely with me, and the impact I have on other people and the ability I have to change their lives for the better. I don’t have struggles with my relationships with people close to me. They are all very close, very intense and full of undying love and acceptance for each other. Hearing part of a story could have been what gave you that idea, but they do completely love and support me in every aspect of who I am and I apologize for not making that clear before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever people have labeled me, thought of me, in of no direct concern to me. Their words their thoughts are their own, not mine. I do not have to live with them they do.&lt;br /&gt;I do not struggle in my day to day life, I do not feel or get lost in other people’s negativity, nor do I feed into it. My purpose is what it has been since I was born. And that is to be better everyday than the day before, and to leave everything that I touch better than it was before I found it. And I can die tomorrow and point at the lives I have changed, people I have inspired, the music, the poems, and the strangers who I have helped believe in themselves because of who I am.  And I can look historically at my life and pinpoint the beautiful things I have done that will live with people and affect the rest of their lives because of me. I do everything I do because it’s from my heart and it’s from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do everything you do because it’s from the bible, and from Jesus. And there is nothing wrong with that at all. That’s you. That’s what you live and breathe. What you have to understand is part of all of that is understanding and acceptance for others who are different. &lt;br /&gt;Not everyone believes what you do. Some of them struggle with life, some of them struggle with themselves. Some of them don’t. Some of them just believe in a different god, or religion all together. It is their place to find what fits into their heart and theirs is not better, stronger or superior to yours it’s just different as yours is to theirs. &lt;br /&gt;So if anything you should spend your time trying to help those that struggle with negativity like the ones that get to you every day here. Or those that struggle with pain, or darkness, or things that are self destructive. They need help because they hurt, and above all they need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hurt Faith. I’m not searching for myself, or who I am at all. I know. And I am sure of it because of the impact I have had on everything close are around me, and everything I will continue to do. There is no real pain in my past nothing to fight or overcome anymore. I overcame all of that along time ago and it has made me stronger than ever. I continue to rise above and help those find their own path to love and light, whatever that may be. It’s up to them to decide that, not me. I don’t struggle with my life, I don’t wonder it’s purpose because I live it every day I change someone’s perspective and inspire them to inspire themselves. That comes from me. I don’t live in fear, I live thru love unfaltering love for those that have it in their hearts to take a stand. I can see it in their eyes in the way they live and love fearlessly now. That can’t be taken away, and I helped them and changed their life and they brought love into mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call your love Jesus, or God, or Christianity-that is what works for you and I encourage you to continue reading, and learning and finding ways for it to help you and those around you overcome their negativity so it doesn’t bring you down anymore, and maybe you can find a way to bring them up and make a positive impact by example to them. Especially if you have that common ground with them. By all means continue to find things to move you and to inspire you and never find yourself lost in negativity. &lt;br /&gt;I am complete and I am constantly helping everyone around me and showing them what love is in many different ways. I search for nothing more than the comfort of my friends and family around me and I have it as they have mine every time we get the chance to be together.&lt;br /&gt;Everything you have written in that letter is your perspective on what Is right and true and what works for you. If you’re fighting until I believe completely in exactly what you do, then stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Because I fundamentally am a wonderful person, and I do amazing things with my life just for a different reason than you. And I can accept you with your beliefs and what you need to inspire you, and I wouldn’t want to make you believe or change anything about it. &lt;br /&gt;One day I hope you have that understanding for others regardless of what religion they are, what god they believe in, one day I hope you begin to see a good person as a good person, that you see someone who does good things as a person who does good things and realize it doesn’t matter if they do it for the same reasons or the same god as you-it matters that they do it.  &lt;br /&gt;A good person is a good person, and at the end of the day they could be Buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;What matters is you see them as a good person, who does good things&lt;br /&gt;Instead of someone who needs to believe what you do in order to be a good person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if all of this was based on you thinking I struggled with my family or my friends, or my past then I understand and please rest assured there isn’t any one of my close circle of friends and family that doesn’t completely love the person I am, and there isn’t one of them that wouldn’t do anything in the world for me. Next time if your listening I can make it a point to tell the entire story, and make sure that you hear it so you aren’t left with pieces to make you think anything else. If in general you just felt like I needed help then please rest assured I wake every morning with love surrounding me, acceptance, comfort and wonderful people who inspire me and another chance to inspire another person each and every day, because I do. Whether it’s in a poem I wrote, and stand I took, or a smile I gave I do it every day and every day it happens. I don’t live or struggle with others negativity. I help those who want to help themselves. I have a beautiful and privileged life because the people that are close to me love harder and stronger than anyone I have ever met in my life and they stand right by me as I do them and we all work together as a team to leave the world better every chance we get. I have everything I want around me because I made the choices to put it there, I made the efforts to know I deserve it, and I do the things I had to do to learn and grow as a person every day. Life is a journey to learn, to grown, to inspire, and to love unfaltering as much as one can. That is life for me. &lt;br /&gt;So let me make sure all of that is clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you continue to find things to help you along your journey, and find the tools you need to bring yourself peace in your heart so that you aren’t struggling at times with others or your own purpose. Good luck in all of that and may you never stop trying. Whatever you have to do let me know as it pertains to you staying here at Matria and working. If you plan on staying here then please by all means do and let me know, if you think you need to move on and try to find something else you can do and be happy there, know I understand- just let me know. &lt;br /&gt;Feel free to let me know if there is any confusion about anything I said, and rest assured I’m glad to see you have so much conviction in trying to better yourself and continuing to find your path around those in your life. I hope you always do, and good luck with finding what you need to keep you at peace inside. Just let me know as far as the job in concerned what your plans are so I can plan as well. Thanks again for everything you do, and hope you have a great weekend!</content>
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    <title>Christmas</title>
    <published>2006-12-26T04:54:42Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-26T04:54:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;It’s 11:24 pm on Christmas night. It took me exactly 14 hours to be irritated with everything, become the grinch and hate the world.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I had a great day, wonderful presents, and friends calling all day to say Happy Holidays, and to give their love.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I have Amanda.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;So what’s the problem? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Could it be that yesterday was the first Christmas Eve without my mother attending the usual dinner with my Dad’s side of the family? Could it be that I watched her face change as my dad was trying to make light of a situation by joking, and she already being upset simply left, and said she was sorry but she was going home. She said “I break my back for him, and he doesn’t even care” My dad just feels like she is always over reacting and is insulted when she gets upset. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Apparently they fought last night and my Aunt over heard what she said were the worst words she ever imagined being said to another person. Today Dad seemed just a little resentful, and Mom seemed to be making an effort. I don’t know what’s going on with them. I know they used to fight when I was a kid, and once she told me they were getting divorced because he cheated on her. Then she blamed herself for him cheating because she didn’t go to church more, and she gained weight over the years and didn’t look like she did when she was 21. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;For the record I don’t look like I did when I was 21 and I never will.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;But today, we made breakfast for us and my uncle’s wife and her two sons. It would be their first Christmas without him, and everyone seemed awkwardly happy with celebrating a holiday their religion doesn’t believe in. I mean in good form though, because hell I don’t necessarily believe in God as the Christian or catholic religion state’s it, but I celebrate because my family always has and it is a perfect time to once again have an excuse for me to get the people closest to me something to say thank you, and I love you. None the less, they seemed happy. They ate pancakes, decided they didn’t like grits, and would have rather been playing with their fake guns in the living room while my dad told them about laser pointers and how wherever the red dot is- is where the bullet goes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;My mom does a lot for everyone around her. I know she feels unloved and unappreciated. I recognize it’s only in certain forms, that she will actually receive &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none; mso-hide: all"&gt;aHapp&lt;/span&gt;the recognition back. Mainly when a little out of the ordinary thank you card, or gift is given. She likes words written where she can read them over and over instead of something just spoken.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I also realize I am really all she has. And now I understand why she reacts the way she does when we talk about me moving. I’m still doing it for me, and maybe that’s selfish who knows. But I would rather die trying, rather than die here wishing I did. I know deep down she understands, and if anything she may have taught me too well. Because no longer and I this passive, complacent middle of the line little girl that had no idea about what I want and what it would take to get me there. She has taught me to be fiercely independent, and as far as I am concerned I’ll break thru anything and everything that stands in my way. I don’t sit here, wishing anymore. I figure out what I want, and exactly what it would take to get it, and I don’t just think about it I stand up, get off my ass and do it. That was always my down fall. I had awesome ideas, but no follow thru. What I realize is that for the most part it may take me a while to get certain things but in the end of it all I get it. And it’s just a matter of finding a way to deal with the day to day and not forget the bigger picture. As long as I’m working at it, and staying true to it I can be happy and proud and make it thru until it’s mine in the end. Some things are just as simple as that. Wake up, dust yourself off, and fucking do something. And as long as you’re staying true to yourself, you can never look back and wish for anything else. This is what she is proud of me for, but what also breaks her heart. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I always miss my grandmother during the holidays. In all honestly I stopped caring completely about them when she died, but I’m beginning to get a more thorough idea of how to make them better. All of that will fall into place when I have a home, and I get to share it with the ones closest to me. I just try to find the bigger meaning in it all, and sometimes that’s what ends up bringing me right back down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I also realize that I get really really irritated after long amounts of time with my family. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Sometimes wanting to bang my head in a wall. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Sometimes being happy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;But all the time thankful for the ups and downs, and the ability to feel anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Most people aren’t that lucky.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And I also find that thru all of this, all I needed was a moment to come home and be alone. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;To write a little, and the world seems better already. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Maybe there is life in these old bones yet.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Maybe tomorrow I am going to take my own advice, wash my clothes, clean my room, install speakers in my car and just get off my ass. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;That is going to make me even happier. Then maybe &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Just maybe everyone around me will be happier too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>On the corner of Magnolia</title>
    <published>2006-12-14T20:25:36Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;It’s times like these when everything stops&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And all I can hear is your voice&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And all I can see is your face&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And everything I am is full &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Of tears, of love, of happiness,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And of missing you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;The sadness is momenterry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And everything you are&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And we are together&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Is finally something I can &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Call forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I know it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I knew it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And I live it each and every morning&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I wake up&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Every second I breathe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Every moment I have the ability to think&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;To feel, to walk, to move, to function &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Belongs to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;I would do anything it took to get to you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;And I am&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" 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you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Forever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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