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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Her</title><link>http://rever2.blog.co.uk/</link><description>All enteries are related to an induvidual who very keenly chooses to interfere in my life and tries degradingly, begrudginlgy hard for me to notice her.&#13;
I did. This is the extent to which I did. She just doesnt know this is how I chose it...</description><language>en-UK</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Her</title><link>http://rever2.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/02/0215779c9a43044b06ff4e42b4ab17_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>In response to:The Flower In The Darkness</title><description>I would say, my love life is a viola. it has the sweetness of a violin, and a hint of the strong foundation of a bass.&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.workathomeforum.in/"&gt;Work from home&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://rever2.blog.co.uk/2006/01/01/the_flower_in_the_darkness~431175/#c10859619</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 09:57:40 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:"Of a foe"</title><description>Because biting into the bitterness is not a choice. The choice is in how you perceive bitterness, and how you react to it.&lt;br&gt;
 &lt;a href="http://www.workathomeforum.in/"&gt;Work from home&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://rever2.blog.co.uk/2009/09/06/of-a-foe-6900883/#c10859615</link><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 09:55:47 +0200</pubDate></item><item><title>In response to:The Flower In The Darkness</title><description>Nice poem, dear.</description><link>http://rever2.blog.co.uk/2006/01/01/the_flower_in_the_darkness~431175/#c696337</link><pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2006 11:52:02 +0100</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
