<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872</id><updated>2024-10-04T19:13:12.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Indecisive Lie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-8350844328288444153</id><published>2012-07-02T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-02T20:19:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattering glass</title><content type='html'>Shattering glass
A shrill scream and a heartbreaking cry
And the blood runs freely by an by
She curls up now barley alive
Voice a whisper and she questions why.


He just stares. Why?

Why would he care

He doesn&#39;t owe her barley even knows her.

12 years later and she lied the whole time

And isn&#39;t that the worst crime.

Life gets lonely when you&#39;re all by yourself
With no one around but a bottle of crown
And sad little voice telling you lies
You can&#39;t help if it shows up night
Just make sure he&#39;s gone by the light.

Then one night he comes home early
Two sets of shoes and an extra coat
goes upstairs and finds them there
His hand stroking gently her hair.

A scream ripes though the room
She wakes with a jolt
The bed is empty
He lies on the floor
Crumpled mess by the door

He runs to her and holds to dear
turns to the mirror and throws there
She screams out in pain and whispers why
But he doesn&#39;t shed a tear 
As he watches her die.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/8350844328288444153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2012/07/shattering-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8350844328288444153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8350844328288444153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2012/07/shattering-glass.html' title='Shattering glass'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-1191928437578911703</id><published>2012-01-01T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T12:05:41.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Idea</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s still in the early stages but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to prolong he life every few years she has to pass her illness off to another. she has no control over who gets it. She steals what would have been left of their life only getting sick again when they would have dies. And she sees what she stole (when she sleeps) but can not return to the world what she took. She gives the illness to her lover just one of many in her immortal life, he falls sick and dies (some great man that did a lot). While she does not care for him herself she sees the destruction she caused. In present day (but not as advanced)she attempts to reach him to replicate his experiments, but she can&#39;t. When she steals another&#39;s life she realizes it is the partner of a man with the same genius and sets put to find him. She uses the dreams to find him and to help him with the experiments. He falls ill and she finds the one who gave her the gift/curse to help him as well. If he lived forever than he could help the world so much (she also has fallen in love with him after longing for so long after her the man this one represents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not done yet, it still needs to be expanded.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/1191928437578911703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-idea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1191928437578911703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1191928437578911703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-idea.html' title='Book Idea'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-5124945020368654746</id><published>2011-12-31T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:05:18.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have ideas they&#39;re just not the ones you want to hear.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/5124945020368654746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-ideas-theyre-just-not-ones-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/5124945020368654746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/5124945020368654746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-have-ideas-theyre-just-not-ones-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-9173093294105237679</id><published>2011-12-31T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T20:03:58.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We bought a zoo</title><content type='html'>I don&#39;t normally quote on here but i really like this one. It&#39;s from we bought a zoo and it&#39;s actually a pretty good way to live your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage and I promise you something great will come of it.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/9173093294105237679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-bought-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/9173093294105237679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/9173093294105237679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-bought-zoo.html' title='We bought a zoo'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-2983409622826076189</id><published>2011-12-29T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T16:02:57.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Live like the people you&#39;re envious of.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/2983409622826076189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-like-people-youre-envious-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2983409622826076189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2983409622826076189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/live-like-people-youre-envious-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-5956111717410911737</id><published>2011-12-26T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:40:40.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you ever care?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-3381538559338972057</id><published>2011-12-26T21:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:30:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to be quoted</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/3381538559338972057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-be-qouted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3381538559338972057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3381538559338972057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-be-qouted.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-9003875970105787061</id><published>2011-12-26T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:30:19.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost believe</title><content type='html'>I could almost believe that you love me or at least care...if only a little. but I&#39;m not stupid... not nearly as stupid as you seem to think. I know you don&#39;t love me, don&#39;t care, hell do you even like me?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/9003875970105787061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/9003875970105787061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/9003875970105787061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-believe.html' title='Almost believe'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-8567273407111603647</id><published>2011-12-15T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T18:50:59.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final glimpse</title><content type='html'>&quot;You know I don&#39;t like to think about it&quot; She had said to me. &quot;I can&#39;t even entertain the thought of you. You&#39;re just too good and pure but nothing else is... and if I think about it... you, then I wouldn&#39;t be able to do it...and I need to. I need to do it, so this is going to be the last time I see you.&quot; And it was the last time she saw me, but not the last time I saw her. I caught one final glimpse as they closed the casket and she didn&#39;t look any happier.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/8567273407111603647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-glimpse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8567273407111603647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8567273407111603647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/final-glimpse.html' title='Final glimpse'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-4235373501525824506</id><published>2011-12-12T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T19:19:28.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right about everything</title><content type='html'>So what is it. Why do you do it? You actually think you can destroy me? You think you can hurt me? You can bring me down reduce me to well... nothing. Well then I guess you where right.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/4235373501525824506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/right-about-everything-but-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4235373501525824506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4235373501525824506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/right-about-everything-but-me.html' title='Right about everything'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-7474350150608810723</id><published>2011-12-12T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T19:04:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I&#39;m free falling to what ever awaits me I have a horrible and wonderful, terrifying and hopeful thought... What if the world is a good place.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/7474350150608810723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-im-free-falling-to-what-ever-awaits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/7474350150608810723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/7474350150608810723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-im-free-falling-to-what-ever-awaits.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-2253125552335725208</id><published>2011-12-04T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:50:57.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was a little girl once</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;She was a little girl then&lt;/i&gt;, so full of hopes and dreams. &lt;i&gt;She was a little girl then&lt;/i&gt; so alive so pure. &lt;i&gt;She was a little&lt;/i&gt; girl not yet exposed to the world. She never thought never dreamed of such evil. Never thought she&#39;d find it, never thought it&#39;d be lurking in you.&lt;i&gt; She was a little girl then&lt;/i&gt;, one that trusted you completely looked up to you needed you. &lt;i&gt;She was just a little girl&lt;/i&gt; when you ripped open the protective little bubble she hide inside of so carefully constructed. &lt;i&gt;She was a little girl, &lt;/i&gt;when you destroyed her. Now &lt;b&gt;she&#39;s just a broken adult&lt;/b&gt;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/2253125552335725208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-was-little-girl-once.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2253125552335725208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2253125552335725208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-was-little-girl-once.html' title='She was a little girl once'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-8415849599935434895</id><published>2011-12-04T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T18:43:15.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don&#39;t destroy yourself, it&#39;s never worth it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/8415849599935434895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-destroy-yourself-its-never-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8415849599935434895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/8415849599935434895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-destroy-yourself-its-never-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-478430577604754892</id><published>2011-11-07T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:10:47.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinging</title><content type='html'>She feels the need to hate something but it&#39;s not fair to hate others just to hate. So she projects it onto herself. But she&#39;s happy now, happy with herself, so how do you hate what makes you happy? You don&#39;t, you destroy the happiness until all that&#39;s left is hurt. Because it&#39;s easy to hate something that hurts. But even then there&#39;s a little bit left, something to be happy about so she clings to it, never to let it g0.  And that&#39;s good but it works the same with hurt an hate, she&#39;ll cling to it and never let go. With every smile she gives to someone that hurts her it grows, until she&#39;s left clinging to the happiness yet again.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/478430577604754892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/clinging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/478430577604754892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/478430577604754892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/clinging.html' title='Clinging'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-2080621051066809820</id><published>2011-11-07T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:04:48.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>But what if I wasn&#39;t her, what if I wasn&#39;t that girl? What if one thing was different. If I acted different looked different. If I had a different life different parents, different childhood, different friends? How different would I have to be?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/2080621051066809820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2080621051066809820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2080621051066809820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-3790526329751773885</id><published>2011-11-06T14:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:26:11.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be anybody else</title><content type='html'>She screams &quot;I don&#39;t want to live this life, I don&#39;t want to be this girl, any more&quot;. And so she runs and runs, but she is her. She tries so hard not to be her but she is because you can&#39;t run away from yourself.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/3790526329751773885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-be-anybody-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3790526329751773885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3790526329751773885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-be-anybody-else.html' title='To be anybody else'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-2616972842659664865</id><published>2011-11-05T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T18:50:03.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushed over</title><content type='html'>I trusted you, so much, I needed to be able to. But you, you hurt me so, so much. I let you do it too, let you take me there. I knew knew it was a bad idea but I needed you so I just went. I never went to the cliff, you knew I couldn&#39;t, that I wasn&#39;t ready to, and on that night... Even the weather told me not to go. The rain dreanched my hair the second I steped outside. I immedality missed the warmth of the fire, when the door slamed behind leaving me with you. Oh but you just smiled and I couldn&#39;t say no, I needed you and you needed this, so I went. When we pulled up to the waves grew somewhat stronger as if they knew. Where they in on it to? the grass was slippery, I&#39;m sure that what you told everybody, but why was I there? What did you tell them about that? We sat there for hours and I relaxed slightly but then the waves crashed harder, they were tired of waiting. My body begain to stiffen and I think you saw it so you gave me my last gift, it was a kiss, exactlly what I thought I needed from you then you looked me in the eye and pushed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/2616972842659664865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/pushed-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2616972842659664865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2616972842659664865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/pushed-over.html' title='Pushed over'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-4596547291053441393</id><published>2011-11-05T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:20:38.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone, you has given their lives to protect us. And every one who supports them in anyway.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/4596547291053441393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4596547291053441393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4596547291053441393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-1078069295676019682</id><published>2011-11-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T16:18:48.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>use for me</title><content type='html'>What&#39;s what&#39;s your use for me?&lt;br /&gt;why do you keep me, with all of the trouble?&lt;br /&gt;Just find another, we&#39;re all alike us girls, with no no personality.&lt;br /&gt;You need someone interesting, someone original to be with to love.&lt;br /&gt;Me? Darling I&#39;m just well I&#39;m just regenerating everything I hear. Everything I see. There&#39;s nothing nothing interesting about me. Is there? But no there has to be something something about me that draws you in something to make you stay. Or is it just that I&#39;m good at copying and I&#39;ve made a copy of you. I&#39;m so so much like you because I&#39;ve stolen everything I love, and it just happens to be what you love to. But if I&#39;m just like you then you don&#39;t love me, you could never love me because you don&#39;t love yourself.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/1078069295676019682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/use-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1078069295676019682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1078069295676019682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/11/use-for-me.html' title='use for me'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-3728457719463194742</id><published>2011-10-24T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:32:48.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It won&#39;t help</title><content type='html'>They feed off the destruction and pain you cause.&lt;br /&gt;It won&#39;t help when you hurt your self&lt;br /&gt;You think you can make it right if you hurt they&#39;ll stop.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s not about Karma, not about fair, not even about you.&lt;br /&gt;They want &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destruction&lt;/strong&gt; and anyone ANYONE... who&#39;ll give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;They don&#39;t give a fuck weather you live or die. They just want you to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But if you do, if you do die then they&#39;ll have you and you&#39;ll be forever theirs, always always feeding them.&lt;br /&gt;It won&#39;t help.&lt;br /&gt;That&#39;s why they keep you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/3728457719463194742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-wont-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3728457719463194742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/3728457719463194742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-wont-help.html' title='It won&#39;t help'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-2091763254081017199</id><published>2011-10-24T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:16:22.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To forever</title><content type='html'>If I asked you to come would you follow me?&lt;br /&gt;To forever.&lt;br /&gt;Would you be with me?&lt;br /&gt;To forever.&lt;br /&gt;But am I needy because I need you?&lt;br /&gt;Not according to you.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently you need me to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/2091763254081017199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2091763254081017199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/2091763254081017199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-forever.html' title='To forever'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-4654477297941892917</id><published>2011-10-12T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:25:55.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>Running, running, why why are you always running. From the fears? The looks? the judgements? Or is it me? Are you running running running away from me to them? Or them to me? Where where where where are you running running &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;running&lt;/span&gt; to? Why why why do you want to go and leave leave leave? I need you to tell me. Stay stay stay because I can&#39;t go with you. But I need need need you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/4654477297941892917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4654477297941892917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/4654477297941892917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-6954122002292621430</id><published>2011-10-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:23:43.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monsters in your head</title><content type='html'>Running away from the world and it monsters, will only get you so far.&lt;br /&gt;The monsters you&#39;re trying so desperately to escape, can find you. They can see you, all of the time- you can&#39;t, can&#39;t, CAN NOT escape them.&lt;br /&gt;For you see these are not the world&#39;s monsters, you&#39;re running from. They did not spon from some greater evil. To find them just look into your mind. To destroy them, stop destroying yourself.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/6954122002292621430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/monsters-in-your-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/6954122002292621430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/6954122002292621430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/monsters-in-your-head.html' title='The Monsters in your head'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-262004184382229403</id><published>2011-10-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:09:02.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance</title><content type='html'>Dance, dance.&lt;br /&gt;To the music you make, you sing aloud the most beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;Every breath you take makes such a sweet sound.&lt;br /&gt;And darling every word is beautiful.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/262004184382229403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/262004184382229403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/262004184382229403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/dance.html' title='Dance'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558677859298992872.post-1624615429780298897</id><published>2011-10-11T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T18:57:19.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can have the world.</title><content type='html'>Run away with me.&lt;br /&gt;We can have the world, that&#39;s what they told me.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s ours if we want it.&lt;br /&gt;But we can&#39;t, can&#39;t have it if we stay here, in this oppressive town.&lt;br /&gt;We need to leave go far, far away.&lt;br /&gt;To the big city, we can have it if we want. It&#39;s ours, it&#39;s ours.&lt;br /&gt;Or a small town, in the country, get a house far, far away from everybody. The streams, the meadows, the fires and all of the, all of the stars. Ours too.&lt;br /&gt;We can have the world is what they told me.&lt;br /&gt;So darling run, run away with me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/feeds/1624615429780298897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-can-have-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1624615429780298897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7558677859298992872/posts/default/1624615429780298897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anindecisivelie.blogspot.com/2011/10/we-can-have-world.html' title='We can have the world.'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07494689427572241392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>