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      <title>“I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.”</title>
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      <description>“We learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself.”Nothing to take personal when your life seems out of control.. nobody sees tha</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 03:02:28 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>lost and found</title>
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      <description>Lost in this glamorous world,,,and drowning in the voices..Barricaded from the desires, as they makes ludicrous choices....There life is bright yet hidden and encompassed by corpses...Their mouths con</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 19:04:41 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>failure and the expectations that say we will fail in everything we do!!!!!!</title>
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      <description>We learn wisdom from failure much more than success. We often discover what we will do, by finding out what we will not do.I was never afraid of failure, for I would sooner fail than not be among the </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2010 18:49:33 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>"They say "true friendship is like sound health, the value of it is unknown until it is lost</title>
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      <description>A real Friend is the one who walks in when everyone walks out:A Friend is someone who knows the song your heart is singing and is able to hum out the tune to you:Some times i sit and look at the stars</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Aug 2010 04:18:19 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love</title>
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      <description>Love is like the eternal thing that we all crave for comes in many forms "One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is loveLove is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 08:10:50 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>Don't judge a book by its Cover until you read all the pages</title>
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      <description>We all say that we want to be accepted for who we are but in this reality And more so in this room we all talk we all get to know each other but do we actually really know a person... hmm the answer w</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 31 Jul 2010 06:15:16 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>eid mubarak</title>
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      <description>there comes a time in life where you have to put all past things aside and remember why we have these festivals in life it's time for coming together and appreciating what you have around you and what</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2009 05:18:17 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>like a rose that blooms to the stars that shine beneath the glare of the moon</title>
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      <description>falling petals where do they lay... seeking help from the one who prays shouting aloud from the whim of the voice.... where did it go the shout from aloud can't hear it where is it..... thats the rose</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 09:08:55 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>when reality becomes the said fate of the person who tries to avoid what they don't want to become</title>
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      <description>isnt is it harming to know that people go on daily about how they don't like to be alone and when they create such loving warmth for themselves they ruin through there stupidity and insecurity .... i </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 13 Nov 2009 06:34:29 -0800</pubDate>
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      <title>monday morning blues</title>
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      <description>well it is monday morning start of a new working week and i find myself venturing for th emobile phoen to text that one person who makes the day worth whislt then i go through to the bedroom to the pe</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 23:28:10 -0800</pubDate>
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