<?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: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-34909111</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:50:15.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Live.Love.Laugh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34909111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LinDuhh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05173060094807914293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-456.vo.llnwd.net/01225/65/43/1225253456_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34909111.post-115924366344909895</id><published>2006-09-25T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:07:43.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the clift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There once was a boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who lived right on a clift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was there for thirteen years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alone, but with no fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He lived on day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No intentions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and no one in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then one day a girl came by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she just filled his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a dream come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a gift from the skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They had a secret love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both sides were just too shy to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she sent him a note one day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with feelings of all different ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were to meet at the clift after one week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where a certain love would finally be told.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the heavens were just cruel or the devil played his role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Their love ended just when it started &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the angels left their bows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She fell off the clift that day waiting for him to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a second too late he was unaware her life was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He waited for three days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she just never appeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until he saw her lying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lifeless and blood smeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beside her in blood &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of days which she still lived on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beside her in blood was her love in the truest form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was still alive for three days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with endless hope where he would still come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;until her soul could bear no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she left while looking at the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She never doubt her love for him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as she doubt the heavens for this tragic sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He stood there watching as he felt her love for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Three days above her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and he never took a look down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or he might spent the last days with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rather then feeling it all now when she's not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He vowed to shared his love with her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in another form of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He hanged himself on the tree at the clift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;always looking down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now he's always looking down on her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while she looks up to his beautiful face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both finally share the sunlight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and they are finally together in lords grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one knew their story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the trees just wouldn't say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the grass layed there quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while the clouds just cried all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a tragic love ending where their souls still remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is one love story about the death of christ and jane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34909111-115924366344909895?l=loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/115924366344909895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34909111&amp;postID=115924366344909895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34909111/posts/default/115924366344909895'/><link rel='self' 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DAD/MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we messed up ... but that stuff was fun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: keep your it so long they forget its yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that they left you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Stupid drink the rest of that you know we don't waste stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAKE FRiENDS: will talk stuff to the person who talks bad about you.&lt;br /&gt;REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the heck out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34909111-115915605711405755?l=loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/115915605711405755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34909111&amp;postID=115915605711405755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34909111/posts/default/115915605711405755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34909111/posts/default/115915605711405755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loverofanime-linduhh.blogspot.com/2006/09/fake-friends-vs-real-friends.html' title='Fake Friends vs Real Friends'/><author><name>LinDuhh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05173060094807914293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-456.vo.llnwd.net/01225/65/43/1225253456_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34909111.post-115907269924759959</id><published>2006-09-23T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T21:59:42.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now life is a real pain.No where to look besides the past and present not ready yet for the future and what it holds.You begin to feel insecure and can't trust anybody.Also you dont belive in best friends because those in the past have hurt you so much you cant afford the pain anymore so you leave that subject alone.This is how pain is right now for my life and i love it but then again i hate it.It hurts me alot in side and yet without it I wouldn't be me today so i guess i'm happy that i have all this pain but it hurts alot.Then there are times where people wonder about death and i happen to be one of them and the fact that i dont know what's going to happen after I die scares me but i try to forget the subject and think of happy things.In life without the pain there can never be the happieness so i know that my is also what is giving me my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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