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<title><![CDATA[When I Cant Sleep]]></title>
<link>http://caughtinbetweenthoughts.wordpress.com/2012/12/10/when-i-cant-sleep/</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2012 18:05:12 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>MissCaryl</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[When I can&#8217;t sleep I think of us Let the thought of you take me over But not the memory of you]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[When I can&#8217;t sleep I think of us Let the thought of you take me over But not the memory of you]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[Flashback]]></title>
<link>http://theerailivedin.wordpress.com/2012/05/28/flashback/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 04:32:56 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>My Era</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[It being a very hot afternoon, packed with never-ending mischief by Pari, I decided to celebrate her]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[It being a very hot afternoon, packed with never-ending mischief by Pari, I decided to celebrate her]]></content:encoded>
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<title><![CDATA[Rose with a hidden thorn]]></title>
<link>http://wakeupandsmellthelassi.wordpress.com/2012/04/09/rose-with-a-hidden-thorn/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 07:26:50 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Mohammed Yasin</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Like a rose with a hidden thorn Her love was just an excuse to hurt me. She covered my eyes in such]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://wakeupandsmellthelassi.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thorns.jpg"><img class="alignleft  wp-image-512" title="thorns" src="http://wakeupandsmellthelassi.files.wordpress.com/2012/04/thorns.jpg?w=520&#038;h=313" alt="" width="520" height="313" /></a>Like a rose with a hidden thorn</p>
<p>Her love was just an excuse to hurt me.</p>
<p>She covered my eyes in such a way</p>
<p>That I saw everything; and yet I couldn’t see</p>
<p>Now they say that I have changed</p>
<p>Yes; for you have never let me be me</p>
<p>I would have paid what it takes to get my heart back</p>
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<p>But heart; these hearts come without a fee.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">                          &#8211;Yasin</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Transformation of Love]]></title>
<link>http://romantzaiubiriieterne.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/transformation-of-love/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 17:27:02 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>doru</dc:creator>
<guid>http://romantzaiubiriieterne.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/transformation-of-love/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I was nobody, I had nothing, I got no hero, My life was zero&#8230; Until one day, When I met Somebo]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was nobody,<br />
I had nothing,<br />
I got no hero,<br />
My life was <a href="http://romantzaiubiriieterne.wordpress.com/2011/08/12/transformation-of-love/ab11/" rel="attachment wp-att-2323"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-2323" title="ab11" src="http://romantzaiubiriieterne.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/ab11.jpg?w=148&#038;h=224" alt="" width="148" height="224" /></a>zero&#8230;</p>
<p>Until one day,<br />
When I met Somebody<br />
Who loved me<br />
Just the way I was!<br />
He turned me into somebody<br />
And gave me something!</p>
<p>Now, I have something<br />
To tell everybody<br />
About Somebody<br />
Who changed me<br />
From nobody to somebody<br />
And gave me everything!</p>
<p>* That Somebody is Jesus Christ<br />
and I have everything in Him!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Push forward]]></title>
<link>http://dinomomma.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/push-forward/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Jan 2011 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Pua</dc:creator>
<guid>http://dinomomma.wordpress.com/2011/01/20/push-forward/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Shoes laced up; hair tied back; earbuds in; Meg and Dia on Pandora, I made my way downstairs. Start]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Shoes laced up; hair tied back; earbuds in; Meg and Dia on Pandora, I made my way downstairs.</p>
<p>Start slow.</p>
<p>Music in my ears, motivates me to go. Push through the fact that I’ve never ran, never jogged, that this is the start of a new journey.</p>
<p>Breathe.<br />
Breathe.<br />
Breathe.</p>
<p>Keep going.</p>
<p>The song changes. A song I recognize and haven’t heard for years. A song that is part of my past. A song from long ago.</p>
<p><em>*Picture perfect fading smiles are all that’s left in sight<br />
I said I’d never leave, you’ll never change<br />
I’m not satisfied with where I am in life<br />
Am I supposed to be happy?</em></p>
<p><em> </em></p>
<p>A song that, once again, resonates with me. Differently.</p>
<p><em>With all that I ever wanted, it comes with a price.</em></p>
<p>I start to cry. I push forward.<br />
Breathe.</p>
<p><em>You said, you said you would die for me…</em></p>
<p>I run harder. Breathe slower. Cry.</p>
<p><em>We made plans to grow old</em></p>
<p>I cry for the girl that only wanted this life. This life of family and love. A girl who never imagined the toll it would take. A girl who never imagined the hurt it could cause.</p>
<p><em>Believe me, there was truth in all those stories that I told.</em></p>
<p>A girl who was herself. A girl who was lost when life changed. A girl who I haven’t seen in the mirror in years…<br />
Harder. Breathe. Run.</p>
<p>Where did she go? Disappeared in the titles that were placed on her. Wife. Mother. Everything. Gone. She has been gone.<br />
Faster. Harder. Run. Breathe. Faster. Breathe.</p>
<p>The words echo in my head.</p>
<p><em>With all I ever wanted, it comes with a price.*</em></p>
<p>Air catches in my throat and I have to slow down. Slow to a walk. Breathe. Cry. Breathe. Slower now.</p>
<p>The song ends and a new one comes on. Another song from my past. The music is harder. Faster. It reminds me again of the girl who disappeared. I look at my reflection in the glass to my left as I walk…</p>
<p><em>**Turn around, there’s those eyes again.<br />
Turn around fake indifference and I<br />
Watch their cold, dark silhouettes disappear</em></p>
<p>I’m changed.</p>
<p><em>A hundred bodies fill this room</em></p>
<p>Parts of me changed for the better and I love them.</p>
<p><em>And their faces over done</em></p>
<p>But  some parts of me, I miss deeply.</p>
<p><strong><em>Pain is foreign, foreign to us.<br />
I don’t even know you,<br />
You won’t even know I’m gone.</em></strong></p>
<p>I want those parts back.</p>
<p><em>Was it something I did wrong?**</em></p>
<p>I start to run again. Run harder. Run faster. Look down and watch myself disappear. The me I don’t like. I can see my bright red hair bouncing in the reflective glass next to me. I’m bringing back the old me. And I hope Chris understands. It’s the me he knew I was when we got married. The me I allowed to be changed by titles. So what if she’s the weird me? The “different” me?</p>
<p>She’s a happier me, a me I loved.</p>
<p>She’s coming back.</p>
<p>As the song played on, I pushed forward, running harder, running faster, until I couldn’t breathe anymore.</p>
<p><em>*Red Jumpsuit Apparatus &#8211; “Cat and Mouse”*<br />
**Meg and Dia &#8211; “Roses”**</em><strong> </strong></p>
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