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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 01:08:22 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>This is the day.....</title>
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  <description>I always knew this day would come.&amp;nbsp; Today.&amp;nbsp; The day when I am no longer that someone special, but just another girl of his past.&amp;nbsp; I always knew this day would come, but I didn&apos;t know how I would take it.&amp;nbsp; I still don&apos;t know how I&apos;m taking it.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;m not great at dianosing myself, but if I took a stab at it I would put myself at disbelief.&amp;nbsp; I feel as though it hasn&apos;t officially hit me yet.&amp;nbsp; I feel as though I&apos;m still awaiting one last disappointment, another dire need to be crushed, crumpled, and walked on.&amp;nbsp; I guess I&apos;ll just have to see.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 00:49:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I Am Meloncholy, Now Hear Me Cry!</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;we are the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #99cc00&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffff99&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;we feel with our hearts&lt;br /&gt;we cry to ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;when you tickle us we laugh&lt;br /&gt;and when you hurt us, &lt;br /&gt;we feel it with every bone in our body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff99cc&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;express&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ourselves&lt;br /&gt;inside and out&lt;br /&gt;we write, we draw, &lt;br /&gt;we fly, and we fall&lt;br /&gt;we where our hearts on our sleeves&lt;br /&gt;for all the world to see&lt;br /&gt;cause we take the chances&lt;br /&gt;that most won&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;We let you see us &lt;br /&gt;for who we really are&lt;br /&gt;and your judgement?&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;only using it to make our minds, our spirit&apos;s, and our body&apos;s.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large&quot;&gt;STRONGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 23:38:55 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;strong&gt;Things that hurt: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;needing someone who doesn&apos;t want you &lt;br /&gt;stubbing your toe &lt;br /&gt;losing something you can&apos;t replace &lt;br /&gt;finding out that no one cares &lt;br /&gt;waking up day after day, with nothing to look forward to &lt;br /&gt;the truth &lt;br /&gt;and love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that &lt;em&gt;don&apos;t&lt;/em&gt; hurt:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love &lt;br /&gt;the fruits of your labor &lt;br /&gt;smiling &lt;br /&gt;the sunshine &lt;br /&gt;finding your way home &lt;br /&gt;and realizing that life goes on &lt;br /&gt;whether you want it to or not</description>
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  <category>self realization</category>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Dec 2008 02:14:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Dream: my baby</title>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last night.&amp;nbsp; Well technically not last night, but the night before I had a crazy dream.&amp;nbsp; I usually have one of these about once a month.&amp;nbsp; This time I dreamt that I was a mother.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting on a couch and there was a baby next to me.&amp;nbsp; I am a Jamaican American or otherwise consider myself to be a black americanm, but my baby was I guess, half indian.&amp;nbsp; My daughter was absolutely beautiful.&amp;nbsp; I have always planned on naming my first child Noelle whether it be a boy or a girl, but now a part of me thinks that that name will due no justice to the beauty of my first child.&amp;nbsp; Anywho on with the story.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked next to me and she was sitting in a baby car seat and next to her was paper work stating that I was the mother.&amp;nbsp; For some reason I didn&apos;t doubt for one second whether she was my child or not.&amp;nbsp; The moment I looked at her I KNEW it was correct.&amp;nbsp; I picked her up and suddenly I understood how it felt to be a mother.&amp;nbsp; I felt a sudden rush of maternal instincts that I had never possessed before.&amp;nbsp; Then it dawned on me that I had absolutely no recollection of being pregnent nor giving birth to my child.&amp;nbsp; But for some strange reason I didn&apos;t care! I just wanted to love my baby.&amp;nbsp; The child in my arms was aproximately 3 months old, and I couldn&apos;t remember when the last time she was given a bath so I began to go through her baby bag strategically placed on the couch as well and decided to bath and clothe her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon began to wonder who my baby&apos;s father was.&amp;nbsp; I&apos;ve only had one boyfriend for the past 3 years now and he definately was not indian and could not be the father of my child, but that didn&apos;t matter to me.&amp;nbsp; I knew that as long as my child had me she would be completely safe and satisfied with the life I would provide for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally awoke a strange feeling of worry bumrushed my mind.&amp;nbsp; I woke up looking for my baby only to soon realize it was merely a dream.&amp;nbsp; And the astonishing thing about it is...I&amp;nbsp;was disappointed.&amp;nbsp; I seriously woke up longing for my baby, I missed the warmth and comfort we exchanged during my dream and longed for it back.&amp;nbsp; I immediately felt my stomach even though I knew there is no chance I am pregnent.&amp;nbsp; A junior in college should be happy not being pregnent but suddenly I wanted a baby.&amp;nbsp; But not just any baby, I wanted the baby from my dream I perfect baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I came to my senses moments after awaking and don&apos;t want a child this moment anymore, but one things for sure.&amp;nbsp; There is no way in hell I could ever support abortion now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would rather damned my child&apos;s father to hell before I think of taking the life of such an innocent, defensive child.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t have any kids now and I&apos;m glad that I don&apos;t, but when I do Lord help me if anything goes wrong, because I&apos;m willing to do whatever it takes to keep my child happy and healthy.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;2&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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