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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Nov 2009 02:11:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>mourning</title>
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  <description>Live is turning out OK. i woke up a few days ago realized that the gradual change in me that has taken place over the tale end of my teen age years(about 17-19) has left me a new person. You know how it takes seven years for the body to re new its self on average? well i feel like that; like a snake that has sheds it&apos;s skin to the point it no longer knows its own reflection. when you spends years with only your reflection to for company, needing only to worry about your self, watching your own every move, wasting time for lack of something better to do and hating time when it once again left you  alone and broken, you know every inch of your body and every corner of your own mind. Now i am a busy woman that no longer fears time and the fact that it may again leave me only, for i now know i have family... a real family. I now know that i am wanted-a part of something. yet I am still morning the loss of who i once was. though i am unsure what that was. was i a girl rather than a woman? was i crazy? was i selfish. &lt;br /&gt;maybe i was all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;It must be a good thing that when i look in the mirror i am closer to the person i want to be. a surprise of a sort. &quot;oh! hi me? I don&apos;t look too bad. i will check in with you later.&quot; maybe i am mad that i spent so much time not having fun  being who i want to be. that is time i can never get back. Thats life or teenage years. Good thing i am out of that and have an awesome time doing whatever the fuck i want!</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 21:44:45 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Working in an office... For me working here is like pretending to be happy and friendly. I my self have no issues with being nice and really do enjoy talking to people but there are those people throw on their smarmy faces so they can &amp;quot;check on you&amp;quot;. As the assistant of the Budget office i see more how the people like me: Extraverts. by mere conversation they seen as though they  they are less of a hard worker. when the person across from you is watching TV shows while they works. forcing him self not to laugh out load so the office can hear him. or that the lady in the next cubical have visits but the other office ladys to chat for an hour. just be cause your friends are at the front of the office, you look like you are not working. i spend an lot of time drinking water an tea so that i may run to the lady&apos;s room and text my mother and friends, maybe even hum to myself untill someone comes in then i have to check their shoes see if i know who it is.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2009 20:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>testing, one, two, three. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help leaning how to post fan fictions! this will be my fist time posting. Do i also need a beta?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 14:01:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HELLO!</title>
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