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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A08BSHsyfyp7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:24:19.597-08:00</updated><category term="song for you" /><category term="sad" /><category term="coward" /><category term="lonely" /><category term="last" /><category term="funny" /><category term="hurt" /><category term="christmas" /><category term="happy" /><category term="forget about me" /><category term="heart" /><category term="help" /><category term="stupidity" /><category term="save me" /><category term="life" /><category term="sexy love" /><category term="day" /><category term="bye" /><category term="love me" /><category term="conversation" /><category term="goodbye" /><category term="tears" /><category term="teach" /><category term="weird" /><category term="villain" /><category term="love" /><category term="grinch" /><category term="prayer" /><title>Real Life</title><subtitle type="html">Dig me up..</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/jjDs" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/jjds" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNSXw7eip7ImA9WxRWEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-4432382096424379514</id><published>2008-10-27T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:43:18.202-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T03:43:18.202-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="last" /><title>Free Verse: I am</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SQWVwj5tJGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BcNurh3g80o/s1600-h/last+chapter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SQWVwj5tJGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/BcNurh3g80o/s320/last+chapter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261776401155826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be someone, someone - me. My existence was for my self for HIM, and for a few who understands me. I had this inability to let people in; I didn't let just anyone get in for I was scared of life - for how it might push me; for what I could and couldn't offer life - for what life might brought me - for what it could make me - because what was underneath my surface was a child - shy, needy and fragile. But no matter how I hid from life, no matter how I took cover; it found me. Ah! Life found me. I tried to resist but I gave in. So I tried to define life - tried to believe and live not to take life too seriously - for a moment though. I had this chance, out of courage, bravery and love, to let someone in - let down my defenses for the first time. I guess I tried to believe in life that somehow for more than six billion faces on the planet he would be someone or I guess one who would accept me  and dig deep within me and see a better part of me that only a few could see. I tried to believe in that someone, that he would see me how I see him; he would care for me how i did for him; stick and grow and most, most, I tried to believe that he would love me how I loved him. I guess, that was one of my biggest disappointments in life. I guess I should have sent a notice before I let my defenses down - to take care of me, or maybe to take very good care of my heart for it was fragile - for that I failed. Disappointment and failure to the eyes of the person I love when I wanted to love me back. The light started to fade..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment I found myself in a crossroad, as if I was destined to be there - afraid, confused, lost and alone. I was off the course. I just wanted that someone to be there even if i did not ask him to or to stay at that moment or to fight for me because I was weak and to be there and to be just there for me ; not because no one else would but because he wanted to be there. And the biggest disappointment in life came crashing. I guess the choice we make define us, define the days of our lives and some choices will haunt us all the days of our lives. Somehow, I am wishing to take it all back - just take it all back. But life got me in my darkest - alone. Life came crashing from light to darkness - regrets, bitterness, fear and depression. My eyes got blinded, I became suffocated, my body, ah my body deteriorated. My heart died. Somehow I am waiting for a comet to strike and burn my hopes in life that has turned cold. And to see the best days of life happened. I am wishing a time comes that someone will find me and save me and will make me feel that everything's going to be alright  even if I were on the other side. I'm waiting for the comet to strike and will make me see what life has to offer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few knows that writing and music have always been my escape - for what my mouth cannot speak,  what my heart aches, my stomach craves, for what my soul starves, and from what my mind refuses to see. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is on the surface is not the most consequential part of life. At the end of the day you'll see that the most important are not the possessions but the person that you have become, the lives you have touched and most is to come home to someone who treats you with unconditional love - for it washes pain, sorrow, bitterness and regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that pain isn't part of life, but you wouldn't taste pleasure without pain and love without hate. And who's going to hold  you and catch you and be with you when light turns to darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lucky are those who found one - who love them unconditionally, for it happens once in a lifetime. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am waiting for a comet to strike! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some I am evil. But for those who learned how to dig deep within me I am a definition of something what they call kindness. For others my insensitivity kills them but for a few whom I learned to trust and found  solemnity and comfort, I am the most sensitive person they knew. For most, I am selfish and stubborn but for a few they see my generosity and my heart with greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah! for me.. time will come that I shall fly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well, I guess I have to die to live again.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-4432382096424379514?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/7KDn9Byi08k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4432382096424379514/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/free-verse-i-am.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQXYzeip7ImA9WxRRGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-5108636127771099967</id><published>2008-10-01T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T00:05:20.882-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-02T00:05:20.882-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Reason</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just don't have any reason to smile anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;don't have any reason to wake up each day..&lt;br /&gt;don't have any reason to live..&lt;br /&gt;because you are not here with me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEACR30zcSp7ImA9WxRRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-57883239495552745</id><published>2008-10-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:52:46.389-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T22:52:46.389-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="song for you" /><title>Just a S0ng for you</title><content type="html">10/2/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That your warmth is&lt;br /&gt;Crashing down on in.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am on your side&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;No it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;No I cant spell it out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you just realize what I just realized,&lt;br /&gt;Then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;and will never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh I'm on your side&lt;br /&gt;didn't I, didn't I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Take time to realize&lt;br /&gt;This all can pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Didn't I tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't spell it out for you,&lt;br /&gt;no it's never gonna be that simple&lt;br /&gt;no I can't spell it out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realized what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder if&lt;br /&gt;we missed out on each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It's not always the same&lt;br /&gt;no it's never the same&lt;br /&gt;if you don't feel it too.&lt;br /&gt;If you meet me half way&lt;br /&gt;If you would meet me half way.&lt;br /&gt;It could be the same for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;then we'd be perfect for each other&lt;br /&gt;then we'd never find another&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;we'd never have to wonder&lt;br /&gt;Just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you just realize what I just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOOo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;missed out on each other now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-s0ng-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGRns7fCp7ImA9WxRRGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-3459781828585504020</id><published>2008-10-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:58:47.504-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-01T21:58:47.504-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conversation" /><title>Conversation of Weirdos!</title><content type="html">ytals chuva! pix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORUDh3fDrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5y2yuKlrN30/s1600-h/ytal+en+nero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORUDh3fDrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/5y2yuKlrN30/s200/ytal+en+nero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415485028273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love team#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORUAHOAEhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FXAGALgvbkQ/s1600-h/nero+en+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 69px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORUAHOAEhI/AAAAAAAAAPc/FXAGALgvbkQ/s200/nero+en+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415426335347218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love team#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORT8TH1NVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pHymu2mvA5A/s1600-h/me+nero+elogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SORT8TH1NVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/pHymu2mvA5A/s200/me+nero+elogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252415360811218258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love triangle#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: sad again??&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah.. am tired..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: tired of what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: of everything..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How can you say that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: i dont know.. i just dont know what to do wit my life&lt;br /&gt;Boy: But that's life:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.. i know.. but i get so tired of being sick.. of feeling sick.. feeling empty.. and things like that..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: that's sad.. im here..&lt;br /&gt;Me: i don't know boy.. i just get so tired.. never saw this coming..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Me: yeah.. it is so sad that people would come into my life.. then would just hurt me.. some would try to fix me.. but when they get so tired of fixing me they would leave me.. some would fix me and would leave again.. and that would hurt me again.. sad isnt it..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: dont day that&lt;br /&gt;Me: its true.. right now i sick.. very sick..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: geezz&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea my time of grieving is too long.. cant even forgive myself..&lt;br /&gt;Boy: takes time..&lt;br /&gt;Me: i know.. what if.. just a situation.. im very very sick.. but you dont know.. then my time comes and i'll be gone.. what would you feel??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: dont say things like that..&lt;br /&gt;Me: just a situation..life is too short boy.. i got wasted all my life for someone who did not even love me.. i get so sad thinking about it..i dont even know why he cant love me.. whats wrong with me??&lt;br /&gt;Boy: drama&lt;br /&gt;Me: haha! what if i'll be gone next year.. or this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-3459781828585504020?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/qPHG3Z12vXY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3459781828585504020/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=3459781828585504020" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQXc_fip7ImA9WxRRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-459317058321634408</id><published>2008-09-30T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T05:43:00.946-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T05:43:00.946-07:00</app:edited><title>sick of being sick</title><content type="html">im just sick of being sick, sad of being sad.. damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-459317058321634408?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/e38eSfCbjJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/459317058321634408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMGQX44eip7ImA9WxRRFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-941271642347950673</id><published>2008-09-29T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:10:20.032-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T07:10:20.032-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goodbye" /><title>Deep Sigh</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really really lonely.. feels like dying..&lt;br /&gt;knowing that your are far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you left me..&lt;br /&gt;i needed you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making a way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always times like these&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If you ever&lt;br /&gt;Think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything's so wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;Living in your&lt;br /&gt;Precious memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your memory&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to let this go&lt;br /&gt;I, I&lt;br /&gt;Don't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way downtown&lt;br /&gt;Walking fast&lt;br /&gt;Faces pass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm home bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring blankly ahead&lt;br /&gt;Just making my way&lt;br /&gt;Making a way&lt;br /&gt;Through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still need you&lt;br /&gt;And I still miss you&lt;br /&gt;And now I wonder....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass us by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the sky&lt;br /&gt;Do you think time&lt;br /&gt;Would pass me by&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know I'd walk&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just see you&lt;br /&gt;If I could&lt;br /&gt;Just hold you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;EVEN if you turn me away.. i'll stay.. but not for long.. but ill always be with you..&lt;br /&gt;i've love you far too long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-941271642347950673?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/drNRAXZYlRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/deep-sigh.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMERnY5fSp7ImA9WxRRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-2907325536827141183</id><published>2008-09-26T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:20:07.825-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-26T23:20:07.825-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Breakdown.. Burning..</title><content type="html">teARs are streaming down my face..&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot succeed..&lt;br /&gt;i tried to stand up but i couldnt..&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt stand up on my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;i feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and even if i could..&lt;br /&gt; - i see "that" again.. haunts me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like ive given my life to waste..&lt;br /&gt;I felt like i've given you my life to waste..&lt;br /&gt;now.. my bones are broken..&lt;br /&gt;my days are all gray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember this:&lt;br /&gt;whatever hell we have been through..&lt;br /&gt;it was not a coincidence..&lt;br /&gt;it happened for a reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the two of us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-2907325536827141183?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/PCUMhfnavQ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/2907325536827141183/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=2907325536827141183" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/2907325536827141183?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/2907325536827141183?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/PCUMhfnavQ4/breakdown-burning.html" title="Breakdown.. Burning.." /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/breakdown-burning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGQH0_fSp7ImA9WxRRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-1858605722999106060</id><published>2008-09-26T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T03:02:01.345-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-26T03:02:01.345-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>far away</title><content type="html">im sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;i thought you wouldn't leave me..&lt;br /&gt;damn.. such a fool to believe you..&lt;br /&gt;to depend on you..&lt;br /&gt;to love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i just want you to love me.. love me.. please.. im hurting.. love me.. love me.. im begging you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-1858605722999106060?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/JgCHRDLF7H4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1858605722999106060/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=1858605722999106060" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1858605722999106060?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1858605722999106060?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/JgCHRDLF7H4/far-away.html" title="far away" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/far-away.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YGQXsyeip7ImA9WxRSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-3283908381142028046</id><published>2008-09-18T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:12:00.592-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-18T22:12:00.592-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save me" /><title>Shake Me</title><content type="html">09/19/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really sad right now..&lt;br /&gt;i had this bad bad dream again..&lt;br /&gt;i end up&lt;br /&gt;waking up..&lt;br /&gt;crying..&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i have someone right now&lt;br /&gt;to hug to..&lt;br /&gt;i badly needing some comfort..&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is aching.. super super!&lt;br /&gt;it has been aching..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes my head much in ache..&lt;br /&gt;damn! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so down..&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going out..&lt;br /&gt;huhm!&lt;br /&gt;damn! that dream again!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i never slept!&lt;br /&gt;that dream again makes me sad..&lt;br /&gt;when shall i be free???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Days Like These&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Hold me..&lt;br /&gt;I need someone&lt;br /&gt;to hold on to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover me&lt;br /&gt;with love..&lt;br /&gt;with love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so restless..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so blank&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im going&lt;br /&gt;nowhere&lt;br /&gt;but im trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;to fix things&lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reverse me!&lt;br /&gt;revive me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone..&lt;br /&gt;Days like these&lt;br /&gt;that i am going&lt;br /&gt;to breakdown..&lt;br /&gt;for I cannot longer&lt;br /&gt;hold onto my sanity&lt;br /&gt;Days like these that&lt;br /&gt;i am in deep sorrow&lt;br /&gt;for the pain lingers&lt;br /&gt;the pain lingers&lt;br /&gt;and no one knows&lt;br /&gt;how deep the cut is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me&lt;br /&gt;save me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-3283908381142028046?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/YrO2bp-y0AU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3283908381142028046/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=3283908381142028046" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/3283908381142028046?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/3283908381142028046?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/YrO2bp-y0AU/shake-me.html" title="Shake Me" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/shake-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YMSHkzeip7ImA9WxRSF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-7038457771184438820</id><published>2008-09-17T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:39:49.782-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-17T20:39:49.782-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christmas" /><title>Christmas: 98 Days to GO!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its just 98 days to go before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Days  are really going so fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huhm! again.. sad..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone supposed to be happy on that day..&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Another lonely- lonelier day for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. I got really sick for days now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i was in grade school&lt;br /&gt;i really love to draw and to write&lt;br /&gt;write poems, stories anything..&lt;br /&gt;just these past few days&lt;br /&gt;i indulge my self into graphic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;designing..&lt;br /&gt;funny..&lt;br /&gt;that some people appreciate  my work..&lt;br /&gt;i mean some did buy my logos&lt;br /&gt;and designs..&lt;br /&gt;i was really doing some graphic designing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;out of frustration,, sadness..&lt;br /&gt;anyway,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SNHLBwkS0DI/AAAAAAAAANU/wDgNHGfUhRg/s1600-h/VeeBOOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 59px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SNHLBwkS0DI/AAAAAAAAANU/wDgNHGfUhRg/s200/VeeBOOK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247198271940775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SNHK45WXyPI/AAAAAAAAANM/B7Kse1iBlbY/s1600-h/ohiwantthat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SNHK45WXyPI/AAAAAAAAANM/B7Kse1iBlbY/s200/ohiwantthat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247198119679478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;what can you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh!&lt;br /&gt;im really alone..&lt;br /&gt;dunno..&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;and depress&lt;br /&gt;but no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;That I'm learning to breathe&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that You and You alone can break my fall&lt;br /&gt;I'm living again, awake and alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;you define my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a broken-hearted person&lt;br /&gt;Complacent and tired&lt;br /&gt;When I've been knocked out of the race&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fool for long enough&lt;br /&gt;To fight it, to fight it&lt;br /&gt;It's in your arms I find my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lost myself in grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose myself in grace&lt;br /&gt;Let your love reign down all over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover me with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant breathe! cover me with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-7038457771184438820?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/ZxE3ZLxmwo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/7038457771184438820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=7038457771184438820" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/7038457771184438820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQMQHw5eSp7ImA9WxRSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-4131036109179173883</id><published>2008-09-13T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T03:06:21.221-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T03:06:21.221-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love me" /><title>Villain</title><content type="html">Scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;wish i had what i needed to be on my own&lt;br /&gt;but i feel like im so hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;villain is starting to grow within me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;sometimes I MISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont..&lt;br /&gt;sometime i wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;but there are some things that holds&lt;br /&gt;me back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love me that is all that i want..&lt;br /&gt;i know you wont read this.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-4131036109179173883?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/u6J4g8obkFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4131036109179173883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=4131036109179173883" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T02:51:41.852-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love me" /><title>Spare Me Some Love</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alms, alms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spare me some love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days right now have been so cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am wishin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be mine..&lt;br /&gt;could you please be mine?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;br /&gt;i need you..&lt;br /&gt;day and night..&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;be mine please?&lt;br /&gt;dont think about it&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont you know&lt;br /&gt;that i already know how to love&lt;br /&gt;how love&lt;br /&gt;with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;i already know how to hold&lt;br /&gt;i shall give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;for you to be happy with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall give you everything&lt;br /&gt;just be mine..&lt;br /&gt;would you please be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am praying&lt;br /&gt;every night&lt;br /&gt;for you to love me too..&lt;br /&gt;i want to hug you&lt;br /&gt;when im cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be mine?&lt;br /&gt;could you please be mine?&lt;br /&gt;dont think about it..&lt;br /&gt;just say yes..&lt;br /&gt;be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love you&lt;br /&gt;i shall take care of you&lt;br /&gt;i will cater you&lt;br /&gt;with all of me&lt;br /&gt;i will treat you like no one else&lt;br /&gt;will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love you..&lt;br /&gt;could you please be mine?&lt;br /&gt;be mine? please?&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-4978322867655844654?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/7lVFBIW8OJE" height="1" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/spare-me-some-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADQH8yeyp7ImA9WxRSEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-4002348832601020780</id><published>2008-09-12T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T02:12:51.193-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T02:12:51.193-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>State of NoWhere</title><content type="html">i feel so lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH REAlly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel so lonely especially right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been raining so hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel so lonely and alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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used to be together everyday or we used to talk everyday, i spent my time talking to him and he listens..he was "kumag" * but things happened and we had our ways separated)&lt;br /&gt;so then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine gave me his number again..&lt;br /&gt;i called him.&lt;br /&gt;like this:&lt;br /&gt;hey, I have no place to stay can I stay at yours?&lt;br /&gt;then hastily he said yes!&lt;br /&gt;wow..&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;so he asked to wait for him after his class..&lt;br /&gt;so i waited..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i waited,,&lt;br /&gt;then he came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was laughing..&lt;br /&gt;there was no awkward moment or anything..&lt;br /&gt;it was like nothing changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I asked him to take me to an eatery or something because I was kinda hungry..&lt;br /&gt;I was really starving.. huhu.. what a?&lt;br /&gt;I end up eating at the "kan2nan" - we used to eat there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a talk..&lt;br /&gt;as in..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me laugh so hard&lt;br /&gt;even though i was really at my wit at that time..&lt;br /&gt;he told me that he wanted me to stay at his place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i refused..&lt;br /&gt;of ** someone offered a place for me to stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was sad..because he was insisting for me to stay at his place..&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;we talked for life hours..&lt;br /&gt;hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dropped me by at Macdonald's near at the place where I stayed for 2 nights..&lt;br /&gt; - as we were walking he held my hand..*everything' s gonna be okay i'm here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time I realized that he still feels for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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defeated&lt;br /&gt;and im feeling alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all seems so helpless&lt;br /&gt;and i have no plans&lt;br /&gt;i'm a plane in a sunset&lt;br /&gt;with nowhere to land"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head had been aching the whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight.. i hope i can have some place to stay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-1672080195338163657?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/HGmeRaTPGBE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1672080195338163657/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=1672080195338163657" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-04T21:19:01.403-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save me" /><title>Starving</title><content type="html">I'm really starving right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeless me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wonder where shall I go ayt now?&lt;br /&gt;hmm..&lt;br /&gt;I'm like those beggars out there..&lt;br /&gt;much more decent because of I have better clothes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so useless and something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOmebody give me some love..&lt;br /&gt;some food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restless tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cause I wasted the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Between both these times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I drew a really thin line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It’s nothing I planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And not that I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But you should be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Across that line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I traded it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I gave it all away for one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Just for one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I sorted it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I knew all about this one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wouldn’t that be something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I promise I might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not walk on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; But not this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even though I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah I guess I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just hate how it sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;i style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even though I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah I guess I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just hate how it sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even though I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don’t want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Yeah I guess I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just hate how it sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-8711937812334942109?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/GzMNJXO-kCI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/8711937812334942109/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=8711937812334942109" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/8711937812334942109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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type="html">09/04/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a nomad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things I wanna do&lt;br /&gt;1. go to baguio&lt;br /&gt;2. see the sunrise on a beach&lt;br /&gt;3. see the sunset&lt;br /&gt;4. food trippin&lt;br /&gt;5. eat some strawberry ice cream&lt;br /&gt;6. a picnic (like what i see on tv, typical ideal picnic, layin down heads up on the sky.. wow.. &lt;br /&gt;7. ride a kalesa&lt;br /&gt;8. ride on exciting rides! things that will make my stomach hurt, make me goosebumps&lt;br /&gt;9. sleep over &lt;br /&gt;10. extend my time.. rest for a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-5447790737580784672?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/Dmb95Ocghoo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" 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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/npa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4MRnw5fip7ImA9WxRTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-1203553975891234357</id><published>2008-09-03T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:43:07.226-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T02:43:07.226-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>Suppeeer Doopppeeer Sad</title><content type="html">09/03/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhm.. there are days like this.. that I feel so alone.. I am alone.. but worst..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why I'm just writing it out..&lt;br /&gt;sometime sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;i wanna run away from everything..&lt;br /&gt;but i dont know where to go..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run to the mountains..&lt;br /&gt;hoping my burdens will disappear..&lt;br /&gt;hoping this depression which has inflicted me will disappear..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;someone out there please help me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Love shows up in all forms,&lt;br /&gt;even very small and cheeky forms,&lt;br /&gt;it has never been a model,&lt;br /&gt; it could be the dullest and boring form...&lt;br /&gt; flowers, and romantic moments are only used&lt;br /&gt; and appear on the surface of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Under all this,&lt;br /&gt;the pillar of true love stands...&lt;br /&gt;and that's our life...&lt;br /&gt;Love, not words win arguments..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-1203553975891234357?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/j48OYCBZmrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1203553975891234357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=1203553975891234357" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1203553975891234357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1203553975891234357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/j48OYCBZmrU/suppeeer-doopppeeer-sad.html" title="Suppeeer Doopppeeer Sad" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/suppeeer-doopppeeer-sad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBRXw_cSp7ImA9WxRTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-1006389284257827253</id><published>2008-09-01T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T02:50:54.249-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-03T02:50:54.249-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bye" /><title>BlackOUT : 'til then..</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know you will not be able to read this..I just want to get this off my chest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was always there for you, the time you needed me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and when I needed you to be there for me, you left me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I have forgiven you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dont know why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are whole and I am shattered..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life has bee a struggle everyday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;your life is smooth.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are tired not because of pain caused by that mistake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are tired because of me, because of my punishment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I am tired not because of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am tired because of that damned mistake I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm the one who's paying that mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; isnt it should be the two of us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you need not to suffer the way I am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but just catch me when I could'nt stand no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but i felt so alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; you are far away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damned lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and you are not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;youve been great even those things happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have been so damned.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am alone not because i wanted to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but the person who catch me when you left me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had to leave me because of that damned mistake..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and until now it hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it hurts because i never wanted to be alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont you know how much I am hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do you know the feelin of someone was there for you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;taking care of you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then all of a sudden he had to leave because of that mistake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I was hoping then that you could save me the way he did.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you are too far,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you ask me why do I get so wasted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didnt want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but my guiles, my guilt every damn day kills me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cry myself to sleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;always pretend that my days are fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;getting drunk is my way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;puffing is my way out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because I couldn't face my shattered life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i go to different places.. hoping for a while I could forget..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to erase those memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it came to my mind again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate my self for being stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for being foolish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate myself for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate myself for giving you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate myself for being stupid! Really really stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hate myself for what I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;every damned day I am still wishing I could have made a right decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stupid me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and being wasted is what i deserve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;being sick is what i deserve..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sometimes I am wishing that you could have treated me much different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you could have shown me much much of what I needed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;because that is all that I want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want you to give me what I need..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me what you have not given me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;give me like how I given such to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;help me and fix me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damned I'm lost..i could not breathe anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could not breathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;help me..im scared.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm sorry if there's anyway I did hurt you..&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt so many people.. damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love Me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Help Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forgive me for What I have done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I shall love you with all of me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when I am already fix..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; im fading away like a crying child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-1006389284257827253?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/WjcCWoBRqn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1006389284257827253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=1006389284257827253" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1006389284257827253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1006389284257827253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/WjcCWoBRqn8/blackout-til-then.html" title="BlackOUT : 'til then.." /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/09/blackout-til-then.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBRHsyeip7ImA9WxRTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-4404514279395313619</id><published>2008-08-29T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T19:29:15.592-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T19:29:15.592-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save me" /><title>Sing This Song</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; wish I had what I need&lt;br /&gt;To be on my own&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel so defeated&lt;br /&gt;And I'm feeling alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it all seems so helpless&lt;br /&gt;And I have no plans&lt;br /&gt;I'm a plane in the sunset&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I see&lt;br /&gt;It could never make me happy&lt;br /&gt;And all my sand castles&lt;br /&gt;Spend their time collapsing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;br /&gt;Let that be enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;No one here could now&lt;br /&gt;I was born on Thursday &lt;br /&gt;22 years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel stuck &lt;br /&gt;Watching history repeating&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Just a kid who knows she's needy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You hear me&lt;br /&gt;Let me know Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Let me know that You love me&lt;br /&gt;And let that be enough &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-4404514279395313619?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/sing-this-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIDQ349eip7ImA9WxdaGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-857056810169462773</id><published>2008-08-28T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:06:12.062-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-29T00:06:12.062-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bye" /><title>Closing Time</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am hoping that this would be not my last post..&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sick..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest for a while..&lt;br /&gt;i hope I could get back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i'll not be able to post again.. then it means that my sickness got me..&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone right now &lt;br /&gt;maybe because I need to do some reflection..&lt;br /&gt;with my life...&lt;br /&gt;tired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things have to be fixed..&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is unfair.. &lt;br /&gt;the one that gives more..&lt;br /&gt;is the one being left behind.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how shall i fix everything?&lt;br /&gt;when I dont even know where to start...&lt;br /&gt;no one is there for me to catch me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-857056810169462773?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/xQh5FJaHdtE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/857056810169462773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=857056810169462773" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/857056810169462773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/857056810169462773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/xQh5FJaHdtE/closing-time.html" title="Closing Time" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/closing-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBSH4-fyp7ImA9WxdaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-8134957196066791713</id><published>2008-08-28T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:09:19.057-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T02:09:19.057-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bye" /><title>Goodbye</title><content type="html">08/28/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm goin' home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home right now and cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll be fainting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NRXY4cCp7ImA9WxdaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-1645816271016673666</id><published>2008-08-28T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:26:34.838-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T01:26:34.838-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save me" /><title>Im so Blue</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SLZfeUL9S9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2_gjEfL84u0/s1600-h/GRATIAPIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SLZfeUL9S9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2_gjEfL84u0/s320/GRATIAPIC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239480190911728594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SLZfWbV6HVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lmBbwpqZaEg/s1600-h/GRATIABANGS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SLZfWbV6HVI/AAAAAAAAAMg/lmBbwpqZaEg/s320/GRATIABANGS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239480055393557842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;08/28/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair today.. I'm really depressed..&lt;br /&gt;I fell so alone..&lt;br /&gt;really..&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone..&lt;br /&gt;nobody cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned! Please shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with engr. escoto picture taken just a while ago..&lt;br /&gt;pretending im fine..&lt;br /&gt;after i cut my hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sad..&lt;br /&gt;nobody really cares about me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hurt myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to see if i still feel&lt;br /&gt;i focus on the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that's real&lt;br /&gt;the needle tears a hole&lt;br /&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;but i remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone i know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; goes away in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;i will let you down&lt;br /&gt;i will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wear my crown of shit&lt;br /&gt;on my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;i cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stain of time&lt;br /&gt;the feeling disappears&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;i am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;am i still tough enough?&lt;br /&gt;feels like i'm wearing down&lt;br /&gt;is my visciousness&lt;br /&gt;losing ground?&lt;br /&gt;am i taking too much&lt;br /&gt;did i cross a line&lt;br /&gt;i need my role in this&lt;br /&gt;very clearly defined&lt;br /&gt;i need your discipline&lt;br /&gt;i need your help&lt;br /&gt;i need your discipline&lt;br /&gt;you know once i start i cannot help myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br /&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-1645816271016673666?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/nrFsTEVOo0M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/1645816271016673666/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=1645816271016673666" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1645816271016673666?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/1645816271016673666?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/nrFsTEVOo0M/im-so-blue.html" title="Im so Blue" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I0Bxg65wfLw/SLZfeUL9S9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/2_gjEfL84u0/s72-c/GRATIAPIC.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-blue.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QCQH49eCp7ImA9WxdaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-3403376755854207166</id><published>2008-08-26T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:16:01.060-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-27T00:16:01.060-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="save me" /><title>Its just Me, Bitch - Torn</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;My head had been aching so bad..&lt;br /&gt;that i just wanted to bang my head on the wall..&lt;br /&gt;I was resting for a while..&lt;br /&gt;just had the time to drop by..&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like im dying&lt;br /&gt;shit!&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;shit shit shit!&lt;br /&gt;i'm really alone..&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whom to talk to..&lt;br /&gt;my family doesnt even want to speak to me&lt;br /&gt;im fucked up!&lt;br /&gt;pretty fucked up!!&lt;br /&gt;do you feel me???&lt;br /&gt;shot!&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please shoot me!&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;someone out there please help me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i really feel so damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they say that the person who will love you unconditionally(more than anything else) comes only once in a lifetime.. and when you let that person go... he/she may not come back anymore...so don't ever let that person go.. sometimes it would be hard to hold on.. but never let go.. because you'll regret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Blackadder ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I would have given you all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;br /&gt;And he's taken just all that I had&lt;br /&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed&lt;br /&gt;When it come to loving me he's worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure going to give you a try&lt;br /&gt;And if you want I'll try to love again (tryyy)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'll try to love again but I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Blackadder ITC;font-size:180%;"  &gt;The first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;Baby I know the first cut is the deepest&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to being lucky he's cursed&lt;br /&gt;When it come to loving me he's worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;this song makes me sad.. though.&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Eduardo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;.=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no one to talk to right now..&lt;br /&gt;thats why im just puring my heart out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;" href="http://adultfriendfinder.com/go/g1004625"&gt;ADD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Eduardo/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-3403376755854207166?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/WQqJvyDK7HM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/3403376755854207166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=3403376755854207166" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/3403376755854207166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/3403376755854207166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/WQqJvyDK7HM/its-just-me-bitch-torn.html" title="Its just Me, Bitch - Torn" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-just-me-bitch-torn.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMMQng_fip7ImA9WxdaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937474485612295559.post-4701350725798570130</id><published>2008-08-22T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:28:03.646-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-23T00:28:03.646-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sad" /><title>The Life Is Dead: Signinf OFF</title><content type="html">08/23/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say that death is part of living..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so when your dead your are still living.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1937474485612295559-4701350725798570130?l=saddestlines.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~4/ysOPkk0Y_Ag" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/feeds/4701350725798570130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1937474485612295559&amp;postID=4701350725798570130" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/4701350725798570130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1937474485612295559/posts/default/4701350725798570130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/jjDs/~3/ysOPkk0Y_Ag/life-is-dead.html" title="The Life Is Dead: Signinf OFF" /><author><name>gratia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://saddestlines.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

