<?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-12514427</id><updated>2011-10-06T00:42:25.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Out</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-7290302370303858514</id><published>2011-09-27T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T00:42:25.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripped</title><content type='html'>I can feel the sadness grip me&lt;br /&gt;literally feeling like hands wrapping around my chest&lt;br /&gt;claws tearing into my flesh&lt;br /&gt;splitting me in two until I can no longer keep the tears in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a quick gasp escapes with the initial burst&lt;br /&gt;silently then they pour forth&lt;br /&gt;mutedly they continue to burn down my face falling onto my heaving chest&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as quickly as the intense melancholy is brought on&lt;br /&gt;it leaves me; tear streaked and alone&lt;br /&gt;so confused&lt;br /&gt;still morose &lt;br /&gt;finally able to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-7290302370303858514?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/7290302370303858514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=7290302370303858514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;What do you do when you remember&lt;br /&gt;the last time you did that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you feel&lt;br /&gt;the world you've made crumbling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you can't stop yourself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-2729504262809041022?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/2729504262809041022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=2729504262809041022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2729504262809041022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2729504262809041022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-586926927643255297</id><published>2011-04-17T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:31:28.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shared Skies</title><content type='html'>Do you look out onto the same stars?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the same moon?&lt;br /&gt;the night wraps us both&lt;br /&gt;So freeing in its darkness,&lt;br /&gt;so suffocating in its stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city lights are dimming&lt;br /&gt;people are retreating&lt;br /&gt;the sidewalks quiet&lt;br /&gt;Every noise seems alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeing the same night?&lt;br /&gt;Looking out your window&lt;br /&gt;searching for the meaning that escapes your logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Staring at these stars&lt;br /&gt;apart for now&lt;br /&gt;distance too real&lt;br /&gt;But am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;Or are you seeing and feeling this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-586926927643255297?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/586926927643255297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=586926927643255297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;Hiding away&lt;br /&gt;being alone as the world sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't supposed to share it with me&lt;br /&gt;Weren't suppose to feel the same&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't to feel peace in you at night&lt;br /&gt;the night was mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my night away&lt;br /&gt;razed the serenity I had there&lt;br /&gt;Now the night sees me crumble&lt;br /&gt;the tears that lead to my sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I craved the darkness&lt;br /&gt;and now I'm lost in the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-4741539770788211715?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/4741539770788211715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=4741539770788211715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/4741539770788211715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/4741539770788211715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2011/04/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-5252757471946928716</id><published>2011-04-17T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T18:24:43.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty</title><content type='html'>Fate is cruel; she's heartless&lt;br /&gt;The lessons were to have been learned&lt;br /&gt;it was so much so fast..&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better,&lt;br /&gt;than to accept it,&lt;br /&gt;than to trust it to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know better, I do&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-5252757471946928716?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/5252757471946928716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=5252757471946928716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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turn to nightmares &lt;br /&gt;Depriving you of peace at night&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you desperate to be awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really better to have loved and lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove it  when every night is torture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-736910742339463300?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/736910742339463300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=736910742339463300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/736910742339463300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/736910742339463300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2010/05/prove-it.html' title='Prove It'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-6520018941978271152</id><published>2009-03-04T19:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:46:23.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Music</title><content type='html'>the chords of music you can't hear&lt;br /&gt;soundtrack to my world&lt;br /&gt;melodies to sooth both rage and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;music that changes for each encounter...&lt;br /&gt;achingly sad&lt;br /&gt;exceedingly joyful&lt;br /&gt;the power of unheard sounds&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it plays silently across the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only I could share such beautiful harmonies&lt;br /&gt;let everyone listen so they may know&lt;br /&gt;if the world truly sounded so...&lt;br /&gt;what would I learn to hear the music of those around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strains of notes fill my mind's ears&lt;br /&gt;background to dreams and fantasies&lt;br /&gt;secrets for me alone&lt;br /&gt;impishly I adore the silent music&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-6520018941978271152?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/6520018941978271152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=6520018941978271152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/6520018941978271152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/6520018941978271152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/03/secret-music.html' title='Secret Music'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-8473796152645540011</id><published>2009-03-04T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:41:04.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah</title><content type='html'>and at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;I stand here alone&lt;br /&gt;heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;bleeding tears down&lt;br /&gt;while the world continues&lt;br /&gt;as it was&lt;br /&gt;as it will be&lt;br /&gt;two by two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-8473796152645540011?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/8473796152645540011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=8473796152645540011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/8473796152645540011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/8473796152645540011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/03/noah.html' title='Noah'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-8905364626375862444</id><published>2009-03-04T19:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:40:08.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give</title><content type='html'>I give up&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;life has beaten me&lt;br /&gt;and I give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long should I have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;to know that which I seek?&lt;br /&gt;to stop knowing, &lt;br /&gt;in Excruciating detail,&lt;br /&gt;all that I know now?&lt;br /&gt;seems so long already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a point when you can't &lt;br /&gt;a breaking point&lt;br /&gt;and I've passed mine long ago&lt;br /&gt;kept going&lt;br /&gt;kept searching&lt;br /&gt;with the blind faith of a woman possessed&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to find what I thought should exist for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought life would win&lt;br /&gt;always assumed I'd make it&lt;br /&gt;be Stronger for all that I've passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;life has beaten me&lt;br /&gt;and I give&lt;br /&gt;Mercy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-8905364626375862444?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/8905364626375862444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=8905364626375862444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/8905364626375862444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/8905364626375862444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/03/give.html' title='Give'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-7520713348020080136</id><published>2009-02-27T01:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:09:11.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Option B</title><content type='html'>Can't seem to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I'll cry instead&lt;br /&gt;feel my stomach knot&lt;br /&gt;forhead wrinkle&lt;br /&gt;Lips curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a thought, so many to choose from &lt;br /&gt;like a flea market of damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;laid out on display for perusal&lt;br /&gt;Any one will do,&lt;br /&gt;always more if the choice just won't work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the burn and swell&lt;br /&gt;First tear on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;so many more to follow&lt;br /&gt;Letting them out as I pick through the crowd at the table&lt;br /&gt;who will get the best of the bunch?&lt;br /&gt;What options do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry softly until there's nothing left&lt;br /&gt;Or until the descent into sorrowful slumber&lt;br /&gt;whichever comes first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-7520713348020080136?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/7520713348020080136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=7520713348020080136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/7520713348020080136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/7520713348020080136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/02/option-b.html' title='Option B'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-6299686657678246455</id><published>2009-02-27T01:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:04:36.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthy</title><content type='html'>it's not worth it&lt;br /&gt;not worth the tears, frustration, and sadness&lt;br /&gt;a person is whole alone&lt;br /&gt;a heart beats by its own accord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not worth the drop after so much hope&lt;br /&gt;the crashes, the falls&lt;br /&gt;always so hard on the soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind plays games &lt;br /&gt;the heart pays the admission&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;only regret at having gone down the path again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have never yearned for another's heart&lt;br /&gt;is to have never cried because of denial &lt;br /&gt;is to have never burned because of withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine anything is worth all this&lt;br /&gt;the rise and falls&lt;br /&gt;the cries, the tears&lt;br /&gt;unsure of ones own perceptions and judgements&lt;br /&gt;the battering after another realization that you aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just isn't worth all this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-6299686657678246455?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/6299686657678246455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=6299686657678246455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-1428294243605534932?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/1428294243605534932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=1428294243605534932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/1428294243605534932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/1428294243605534932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/02/advisory.html' title='Advisory'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-3042123388145205379</id><published>2009-02-27T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:57:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anon....</title><content type='html'>and yet the eyes won't stay&lt;br /&gt;the heart won't heal&lt;br /&gt;the soul can't mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mind grasps desperately to logic&lt;br /&gt;emotion pulls at the fingers of reason&lt;br /&gt;destroying their grip&lt;br /&gt;releasing the paranoia&lt;br /&gt;allowing the fears to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tears flow&lt;br /&gt;the heart bleeds&lt;br /&gt;the soul dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet the mind keeps trying to reason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-3042123388145205379?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/3042123388145205379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=3042123388145205379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/3042123388145205379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/3042123388145205379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/02/anon.html' title='Anon....'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-5723971766852734253</id><published>2009-02-13T21:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T00:59:23.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Edges</title><content type='html'>there is something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;I feel it deep&lt;br /&gt;undeniably wrong, impossibly ingrained&lt;br /&gt;and I can't stop it&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't feel normal&lt;br /&gt;can't be normal&lt;br /&gt;never quite fit&lt;br /&gt;never quite right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be something wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'll never more than "fine"&lt;br /&gt;and I'll always be on the cusp of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even among those most like me&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the crowd I'm on the edges&lt;br /&gt;never quite in the circle&lt;br /&gt;never entirely ignored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-5723971766852734253?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/5723971766852734253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=5723971766852734253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/5723971766852734253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/5723971766852734253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2009/02/edges.html' title='Edges'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-7271670555344674402</id><published>2008-12-15T00:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:12:42.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocation</title><content type='html'>I can't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day...&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be able to breathe...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to see everything as it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now everything is pressing...&lt;br /&gt;For now it's crushing...&lt;br /&gt;Life is pulling the air from my lungs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-7271670555344674402?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/7271670555344674402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=7271670555344674402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/7271670555344674402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/7271670555344674402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2008/12/suffocation.html' title='Suffocation'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-630682579775082768</id><published>2008-04-06T21:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:31:06.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How</title><content type='html'>So, how did I know? &lt;br /&gt;Simple… &lt;br /&gt;I never had to ask. &lt;br /&gt;I never asked myself if he &lt;br /&gt;       was the right one for me. &lt;br /&gt;He just was… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quietest moments, &lt;br /&gt;I knew it to be true and… &lt;br /&gt;I felt it like &lt;br /&gt;      I've never felt anything since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-630682579775082768?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/630682579775082768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=630682579775082768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/630682579775082768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/630682579775082768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2008/04/how.html' title='How'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-2927207061797035625</id><published>2008-04-06T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:30:07.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>You're looking at me from your picture&lt;br /&gt;a moment when everything was right&lt;br /&gt;perfection personified in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked away&lt;br /&gt;slammed the door&lt;br /&gt;said your goodbyes without letting me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be content in all that you have&lt;br /&gt;the end was your choice&lt;br /&gt;it was your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't let me say it&lt;br /&gt;never allowed me the chance&lt;br /&gt;to close my eyes and lock you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made it impossible&lt;br /&gt;not to miss you&lt;br /&gt;not to pine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took away my goodbye&lt;br /&gt;left me staring at a wall&lt;br /&gt;left me with a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;please let me be&lt;br /&gt;I wish the picture would fade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-2927207061797035625?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/2927207061797035625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=2927207061797035625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2927207061797035625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2927207061797035625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-2320436832917913288</id><published>2008-04-06T21:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:21:38.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost made me cry...</title><content type='html'>what I comfort I can find for a moment&lt;br /&gt;but the moments I find are so distant&lt;br /&gt;shaded and overgrown&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I think that you understand me &lt;br /&gt;beyond what I've chose to tell&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;there's a lot of painful pruning&lt;br /&gt;to be done for any new growth&lt;br /&gt;time to let you snip away&lt;br /&gt;but that's a lot to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stephen Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-2320436832917913288?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/2320436832917913288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=2320436832917913288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2320436832917913288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/2320436832917913288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2008/04/almost-made-me-cry.html' title='Almost made me cry...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-146799814086996188</id><published>2008-04-06T21:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:19:39.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper</title><content type='html'>Sometimes at night with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you enter my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Escaping from the pit I've hidden them away in&lt;br /&gt;Plucking raw my still open wound left by you&lt;br /&gt;Hurting my heart; making me remember things best forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Each time I close my eyes to see yours&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pains me more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-146799814086996188?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/146799814086996188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=146799814086996188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/146799814086996188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/146799814086996188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2008/04/pepper.html' title='Pepper'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-1574163424587295476</id><published>2007-07-16T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:03:34.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - July 16, 2007</title><content type='html'>Do you know what you said?&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware&lt;br /&gt;Did the words slip out&lt;br /&gt;Or were they thought out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you plan it?&lt;br /&gt;To see if I would notice&lt;br /&gt;If I would react&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they just fell out&lt;br /&gt;slipped through your fingers&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you feel them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They struck me hard&lt;br /&gt;Knowing they're sincere&lt;br /&gt;But unsure how true&lt;br /&gt;How real are words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice mine?&lt;br /&gt;They're true and felt I promise&lt;br /&gt;Thought brought them out&lt;br /&gt;Agonizing thought&lt;br /&gt;Battling logic and reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the weight of your words?&lt;br /&gt;Can I believe them&lt;br /&gt;Should I trust them&lt;br /&gt;I've already laid it out for you to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my words?&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-1574163424587295476?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/1574163424587295476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-5156610145939632700</id><published>2007-07-16T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:54:51.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Breathe</title><content type='html'>You haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Lurk in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Always present but never there&lt;br /&gt;Like a shadow of what&lt;br /&gt;     Could've been&lt;br /&gt;     And never was&lt;br /&gt;An impression so solid and real&lt;br /&gt;Pressing at my consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my heart on hold&lt;br /&gt;Holding my feelings hostage&lt;br /&gt;You've made it impossible&lt;br /&gt;Unreasonable to expect another&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can replace&lt;br /&gt;     Match up&lt;br /&gt;     Measure up&lt;br /&gt;Tightly you hold onto me&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to let go&lt;br /&gt;Unable to allow you to slip&lt;br /&gt;Crave your clutch on me&lt;br /&gt;Desire that which pains&lt;br /&gt;Agony from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Shadows shouldn't inflict&lt;br /&gt;     Scar me&lt;br /&gt;     Mar the flesh&lt;br /&gt;You haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Grip my heart&lt;br /&gt;Encompass my soul&lt;br /&gt;You make me uninhabitable&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-5156610145939632700?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/5156610145939632700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=5156610145939632700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/5156610145939632700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;desperately wanting to be said&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;clawing and fighting to be&lt;br /&gt;first to reach your eyes and touch&lt;br /&gt;your heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nothing comes from the ado&lt;br /&gt;letters and sounds &lt;br /&gt;         blocked by frustration of &lt;br /&gt;uncertainty&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;wanting to say just the right words&lt;br /&gt;to reach you&lt;br /&gt;              touch you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-1183353437638333033?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/1183353437638333033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=1183353437638333033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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It's another story and it's not for those under the age of 18.  If you're not into dirty content then I suggest you move on today.  However if you'd like to read a little naughtiness and don't mind that this style of writing isn't my strong suit then please allow me to entertain you.  Feel free to let me know what you think....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you come through the door you can hear the sounds of the shower just turning on.  Silently you slip by the half opened door, making your way to your camera, undressing with each step and as you slip off your boxers your throbbing cock is released.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quietly you push open the bathroom door, happy to see that the glass doors are not yet fogged up.  My back is to you and with the water running over me I can't hear the shutter of the camera as you start snapping photos.  As I bend down to wash my legs you involuntarily let out a curse under your breath at the sight.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I stand up suddenly, startled by the sound, to see you standing there and a smile slowly spreads across my lips as my nipples become rigid.   As the doors slowly fog I move to face you, allowing you to capture my dripping body as I feel my cunt getting wetter and my body begin to ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the fogged glass I see you put the camera on counter and I move to the end of the shower to allow you to join me.  As soon as you're inside the glass walls you push me back against the glass placing both arms on either side of my body, trapping me, and roughly you capture my mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a morning of lust and fulfillment in the shower, I got myself dressed and ready for the day ahead.  I had done a good job of keeping away from you so that I could focus on my morning routine.  You had a different idea for this morning and enter the kitchen just as I'm bent over taking dishes from the dishwasher.  I hear you move behind me and shoot you a mock-scolding look over my shoulder while balancing a stack of plates in my hands in return you try to look innocent standing there in your state of near undress taunting me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I bend over again and can hear you mutter a curse under your breath, aware that my skirt has lifted just high enough for you to see that I've left the underwear in the drawer.  As I reach up to the top shelf I feel your hands slide up under my shirt and capture my breasts.  I can feel my nipples push against the fabric that holds them and gasp as I feel you push against me; your cock hard against my ass.  You reach up further to pull my hands down to the counter, bending me over at the waist; impatiently you pull my skirt off and let out a groan as your eyes are met with bare skin...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without waiting and with no apologies you hungrily and roughly enter making me cry out in surprise.  In a moment my lust is matched evenly with yours as I push back against your throbbing cock as you thrust into me... using me... taking the pleasure that you seek....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Once spent you thrust deeply a final time, making sure that I will feel the effects all day, making sure that I will be black and blue across my hips.  I turn to face you and bend down to taste me on you, taking you all in, licking every inch of your reawakening member only to stop once it reaches hardness and leave you wanting as badly as I'm aching.  It's going to be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116848217790636287?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116848217790636287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=116848217790636287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116848217790636287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116848217790636287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-morning.html' title='This Morning...'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-116602849328692108</id><published>2006-12-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:48:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>i suppose the reality has finally set it&lt;br /&gt;you no longer think of me the way &lt;br /&gt;i still do you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we can blame circumstance &lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't help my heart&lt;br /&gt;i think of you and am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have me all messed up&lt;br /&gt;my head isn't on straight when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;reality is that i shouldn't care&lt;br /&gt;i should walk away&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't feel like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;you've stuck my heart&lt;br /&gt;you create my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;when reality can be warped to suit &lt;br /&gt;i can justify what we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you want to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116602849328692108?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116602849328692108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=116602849328692108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116602849328692108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116602849328692108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/12/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-116295329709097441</id><published>2006-11-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:34:57.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - November 3, 2006</title><content type='html'>the reality of my life seems empty&lt;br /&gt;this getting dressed and going to work&lt;br /&gt;in awe of others who act with a joyful purpose&lt;br /&gt;this purpose of work, of friends, of family.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i was telling myself i must direct my life&lt;br /&gt;into a safe, structured box.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps a comfortable 2-bedroom condo box&lt;br /&gt;with a playroom&lt;br /&gt;for a scripted future&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to want&lt;br /&gt;scripted by someone else&lt;br /&gt;who wanted to sign my name&lt;br /&gt;as the author&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;but what doesn't feel right, just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stephen Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116295329709097441?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116295329709097441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-116180374552915572</id><published>2006-10-25T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:17:59.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Words</title><content type='html'>4 am&lt;br /&gt;insomnia again&lt;br /&gt;open my night obsession&lt;br /&gt;see the name I treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the room shrinks&lt;br /&gt;to encompass only the flickering screen&lt;br /&gt;fingers move on their own accord&lt;br /&gt;eyes skim across your words&lt;br /&gt;unaware of captured breath&lt;br /&gt;'til my lungs scream for air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the words&lt;br /&gt;both vague and telling&lt;br /&gt;not exactly what I wanted or needed&lt;br /&gt;but all that you could give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally lie&lt;br /&gt;close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;think of you&lt;br /&gt;see your face&lt;br /&gt;imagine your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116180374552915572?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116180374552915572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=116180374552915572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116180374552915572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116180374552915572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-words.html' title='Night Words'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-116180368100100716</id><published>2006-10-25T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:14:41.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled - Oct 24/06</title><content type='html'>piano keys recapture my spirit&lt;br /&gt;i added new geography to the map now traveled&lt;br /&gt;my shoes walked those sidewalks alone&lt;br /&gt;in those moments, i imagined who walked alongside-&lt;br /&gt;who wanted that same photograph&lt;br /&gt;wondering and waiting satisfies only until the morning.&lt;br /&gt;buttons and buttons, belt buckle, walk to subway&lt;br /&gt;joyless until-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Stephen Pepper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116180368100100716?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116180368100100716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=116180368100100716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116180368100100716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/116180368100100716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/10/untitled-oct-2406.html' title='Untitled - Oct 24/06'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-116153697842256557</id><published>2006-10-22T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:09:38.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>still sorry</title><content type='html'>still sorry that i couldn't be what you needed&lt;br /&gt;sad that i'll never again feel&lt;br /&gt;your perfect lips&lt;br /&gt;hot against my wanting soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry that you hurt at my hands&lt;br /&gt;sorrier still that i continue to &lt;br /&gt;feel lost and alone&lt;br /&gt;while you feel....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that we're not we&lt;br /&gt;sorry that somehow it's my fault&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i can't make it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart is heavy with the sorrow that has&lt;br /&gt;filled the places your love &lt;br /&gt;left barren and raw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like salt in a wound&lt;br /&gt;sorrow rubs my soul &lt;br /&gt;tangible is the pain i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-116153697842256557?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/116153697842256557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=116153697842256557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hands&lt;br /&gt;seeking your arms... your lips...  your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighing in contentment&lt;br /&gt;wrapping me up in you&lt;br /&gt;pulling me in...  holding me close...&lt;br /&gt;tension flows from our bodies&lt;br /&gt;the world sneaks away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minutes an eternity&lt;br /&gt;and yet never long enough&lt;br /&gt;life pulls me from you&lt;br /&gt;my heart holds me in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always seeking&lt;br /&gt;always reaching&lt;br /&gt;and you wrap me up in you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-115965595366016101?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/115965595366016101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=115965595366016101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115965595366016101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115965595366016101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/09/polars.html' title='Polars'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-115524388071522695</id><published>2006-08-10T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:04:40.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding by Anon</title><content type='html'>If I knew the heart of you,&lt;br /&gt;And you the soul of me,&lt;br /&gt;We'd laugh and cry together always,&lt;br /&gt;As friendly as could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know the very, very minute,&lt;br /&gt;I said a hasty word,&lt;br /&gt;And think, "The dear, she's overtired,&lt;br /&gt;And pretend you had not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if by chance you hurt me - well,&lt;br /&gt;I never would complain.&lt;br /&gt;For I would know you did not mean&lt;br /&gt;To cause me hurt or pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never would we lose our faith&lt;br /&gt;Though near or far apart.&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew the soul of you&lt;br /&gt;And you could read my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-115524388071522695?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/115524388071522695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=115524388071522695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115524388071522695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115524388071522695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/08/understanding-by-anon.html' title='Understanding by Anon'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-115309544492030392</id><published>2006-07-16T18:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:17:24.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishing</title><content type='html'>the punishment is deserved&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel small&lt;br /&gt;and in being small I feel loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abuse is craved&lt;br /&gt;logic tells me it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;my body responds &lt;br /&gt;my soul craves all that you dish out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it&lt;br /&gt;always with a smile&lt;br /&gt;never a tear&lt;br /&gt;no matter the severity&lt;br /&gt;the punishment is deserved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abuse me&lt;br /&gt;it's all I know&lt;br /&gt;it's what makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain completes me&lt;br /&gt;your hands give me everything I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-115309544492030392?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/115309544492030392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=115309544492030392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115309544492030392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115309544492030392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/07/punishing.html' title='Punishing'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-115251598012205906</id><published>2006-07-10T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:20:56.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangling</title><content type='html'>I'm dangling by a thread....&lt;br /&gt;waiting to hear your words against my lips&lt;br /&gt;waiting to hear you breathe so I can inhale&lt;br /&gt;waiting to feel your touch so I may know&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you to move so I know what I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang in the moment for you&lt;br /&gt;always with baited breath I feel that I never know&lt;br /&gt;always unsure with what to do &lt;br /&gt;always in confusion about where you stand&lt;br /&gt;always up against a wall when it comes to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;there's no reason why you keep me between breaths&lt;br /&gt;cannot fathom why it is I put up with it&lt;br /&gt;all the uncertainties should turn me away&lt;br /&gt;and yet I stay and wait and desire nothing but making you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand the hold you have on me&lt;br /&gt;How is it you have me at your fingertips?&lt;br /&gt;How did you manage to capture me so wholly?&lt;br /&gt;How long will you leave me dangling at your hand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-115251598012205906?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/115251598012205906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=115251598012205906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115251598012205906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/115251598012205906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/07/dangling.html' title='Dangling'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-114895105201037911</id><published>2006-05-29T19:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:37:39.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaching for the Flowers</title><content type='html'>I'm tenatively reaching out&lt;br /&gt;stretching for the flower of hope you've offered&lt;br /&gt;below is the dark water&lt;br /&gt;whose depths I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;water that can swallow me whole&lt;br /&gt;and as I close my eyes and stretch out my hand&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that you won't let me fall in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-114895105201037911?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/114895105201037911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=114895105201037911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/114895105201037911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/114895105201037911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/05/reaching-for-flowers.html' title='Reaching for the Flowers'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-114788373781256928</id><published>2006-05-17T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T10:35:37.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>See Me</title><content type='html'>I want to look at you&lt;br /&gt;see you&lt;br /&gt;watch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see me in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;see me looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;see that look that I've been missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the love&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the love I see everytime&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; see me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to look at you&lt;br /&gt;and have you look back at me&lt;br /&gt;and see me the way you did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see me again&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see that love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-114788373781256928?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/114788373781256928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=114788373781256928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;when everything was great &amp; perfect&lt;br /&gt;perfect as it was for us&lt;br /&gt;remember how that felt for you&lt;br /&gt;hold that feeling close&lt;br /&gt;never forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me you'll remember &lt;br /&gt;remember the way it felt &lt;br /&gt;when we worked&lt;br /&gt;promise me you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;never settle for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me you'll never settle&lt;br /&gt;out of fear of being alone&lt;br /&gt;please make me that promise&lt;br /&gt;&amp; hold it&lt;br /&gt;hold it better than all those &lt;br /&gt;we've long since let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;promise me this &lt;br /&gt;just one last promise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-114158441632076848?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/114158441632076848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=114158441632076848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/114158441632076848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/114158441632076848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/03/promises.html' title='promises'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113909902654456438</id><published>2006-02-04T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:23:46.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gasp</title><content type='html'>and my breath catches in my throat&lt;br /&gt;my eyes roll under flittering lids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gasp follows the push&lt;br /&gt;muscle tense &lt;br /&gt;and toes curl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shudders start from the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;and wave through to my very being&lt;br /&gt;like waves lapping at the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulse races to beat the unseen clock&lt;br /&gt;stars explode from no where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all goes black&lt;br /&gt;slowly the vision clears&lt;br /&gt;and the breath returns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113909902654456438?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113909902654456438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113909902654456438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113909902654456438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113909902654456438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/02/gasp.html' title='gasp'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113746230079304175</id><published>2006-01-16T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:45:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just be still</title><content type='html'>and so I wait&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there's nothing else I can do&lt;br /&gt;but wait&lt;br /&gt;wait to hear&lt;br /&gt;wait to speak&lt;br /&gt;wait to breathe&lt;br /&gt;in life there are times&lt;br /&gt;when the most appropriate action&lt;br /&gt;is no action at all&lt;br /&gt;just to wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113746230079304175?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113746230079304175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113746230079304175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113746230079304175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113746230079304175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-be-still.html' title='just be still'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113588018605791207</id><published>2005-12-29T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:57:55.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Rambles</title><content type='html'>reflective&lt;br /&gt;      introspective&lt;br /&gt;again revisiting &lt;br /&gt;this time not so crushing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely asea&lt;br /&gt;      world quite askew&lt;br /&gt;seeing with different eyes&lt;br /&gt;knowing of another view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanting to hold on&lt;br /&gt;      knowing it is to be free&lt;br /&gt;whatever was keeping me&lt;br /&gt;this time not holding steady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for devastation&lt;br /&gt;      waiting for definitives&lt;br /&gt;defining what is where it's to be at&lt;br /&gt;without absolution or partiality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calmly&lt;br /&gt;      serene&lt;br /&gt;not quite here neither nor there&lt;br /&gt;floating about blindly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unsecure&lt;br /&gt;      undesirably&lt;br /&gt;without knowledge of all this&lt;br /&gt;familiar territory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113588018605791207?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113588018605791207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113588018605791207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113588018605791207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113588018605791207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/inspired-rambles.html' title='Inspired Rambles'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113587995389822399</id><published>2005-12-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:25:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely</title><content type='html'>Feeling confused&lt;br /&gt;a little overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;by all that's brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything that happened&lt;br /&gt;there's no regret&lt;br /&gt;to be found in this heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting with desire&lt;br /&gt;it happened&lt;br /&gt;shan't ever rue the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps should've known better&lt;br /&gt;ought to've restrained&lt;br /&gt;until there was less&lt;br /&gt;blurring the brain&lt;br /&gt;warming the senses&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it would've never&lt;br /&gt;transpired if patience won out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no regrets&lt;br /&gt;went passionately&lt;br /&gt;no matter what occurs next&lt;br /&gt;no regrets&lt;br /&gt;only yearning to do again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113587995389822399?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113587995389822399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113587995389822399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113587995389822399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113587995389822399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/absolutely.html' title='Absolutely'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113587979936866473</id><published>2005-12-29T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T11:09:59.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rejection</title><content type='html'>I listened to your words&lt;br /&gt;saying all that I was&lt;br /&gt;thinking and feeling in return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all was done,&lt;br /&gt;left in a daze&lt;br /&gt;of happiness and knowing&lt;br /&gt;but then fears,&lt;br /&gt;         old and deep,&lt;br /&gt;started in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to you&lt;br /&gt;seeking you out to soothe them&lt;br /&gt;I came up empty handed&lt;br /&gt;you can't be found&lt;br /&gt;you're distanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trusting you felt as I do&lt;br /&gt;so wrong&lt;br /&gt;was so mistaken&lt;br /&gt;now I'm left with nothing but&lt;br /&gt;a memory tainted&lt;br /&gt;by the aftermath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etching my old fears &lt;br /&gt;into new awareness&lt;br /&gt;hurting like I didn't &lt;br /&gt;expect to at your hands&lt;br /&gt;anguish threatening&lt;br /&gt;to swallow me whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113587979936866473?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113535812740572142</id><published>2005-12-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T15:56:04.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once More</title><content type='html'>to once more feel hot loving kisses&lt;br /&gt;crashing down upon my lips&lt;br /&gt;across my skin, leaving trails of fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to know again&lt;br /&gt;the glorious sensations as&lt;br /&gt;fingertips dance down my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to once again&lt;br /&gt;know a breath ragged&lt;br /&gt;flush with want; with every nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to once more look into eyes&lt;br /&gt;that are full, brimming&lt;br /&gt;with passion and desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly I want again&lt;br /&gt;to know, to feel&lt;br /&gt;love strong and true, love meant for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113535812740572142?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113535812740572142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113535812740572142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113535812740572142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113535812740572142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/once-more.html' title='Once More'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113494901512992474</id><published>2005-12-18T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T16:36:55.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>As we talk&lt;br /&gt;With so many miles between&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine you&lt;br /&gt;clearly as you lie in your bed&lt;br /&gt;as I lie in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin starts to tingle&lt;br /&gt;my mind starts to wonder&lt;br /&gt;I drift off a little&lt;br /&gt;imagining you're here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to you&lt;br /&gt;is like liquid silk&lt;br /&gt;I feel your words &lt;br /&gt;run over my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts I have&lt;br /&gt;far from pure&lt;br /&gt;dreams they give me&lt;br /&gt;make me quiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk to you &lt;br /&gt;late at night&lt;br /&gt;before we sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine&lt;br /&gt;until it all becomes&lt;br /&gt;real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113494901512992474?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113494901512992474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113494901512992474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113494901512992474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113494901512992474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113473209029568100</id><published>2005-12-16T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:24:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How?</title><content type='html'>So, how did I know? &lt;br /&gt;Simple. . . &lt;br /&gt;I never had to ask. &lt;br /&gt;I never asked myself if he &lt;br /&gt;        was the right one for me. &lt;br /&gt;He just was. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my quietest moments, &lt;br /&gt;I knew it to be true and. . . &lt;br /&gt;I felt it like &lt;br /&gt;        I've never felt anything since.&lt;div 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title='How?'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113465813878773045</id><published>2005-12-15T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:13:52.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>You're looking at me from your picture&lt;br /&gt;a moment when everything was right&lt;br /&gt;perfection personified in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked away&lt;br /&gt;slammed the door&lt;br /&gt;said your goodbyes without letting me know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be content in all that you have&lt;br /&gt;the end was your choice&lt;br /&gt;it was your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't let me say it&lt;br /&gt;never allowed me the chance&lt;br /&gt;to close my eyes and lock you out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made it impossible&lt;br /&gt;not to miss you&lt;br /&gt;not to pine for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took away my goodbye&lt;br /&gt;left me staring at a wall&lt;br /&gt;left me with a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haunt my dreams&lt;br /&gt;please let me be&lt;br /&gt;I wish the picture would fade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113465813878773045?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113465813878773045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113465813878773045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113465813878773045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113465813878773045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/picture_113465813878773045.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-113394340204890543</id><published>2005-12-07T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:16:42.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Am</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I am bold&lt;br /&gt;fearless &amp; courageous&lt;br /&gt;ready to conquer the world&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;invisible&lt;br /&gt;getting passed by&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am the best&lt;br /&gt;everything you want &amp; need&lt;br /&gt;exactly perfect&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;needing to be held as I cry&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am passionate&lt;br /&gt;consumed by desire&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then there are times&lt;br /&gt;I am everything all at once&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am&lt;br /&gt;I can be no one else...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You must accept me as this&lt;br /&gt;there is no other me alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-113394340204890543?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/113394340204890543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=113394340204890543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113394340204890543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/113394340204890543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-i-am.html' title='Sometimes I Am'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-112614218793464843</id><published>2005-09-07T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:16:27.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed</title><content type='html'>as I sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;I see you there above me&lt;br /&gt;shuddering breaths&lt;br /&gt;ragged from pleasure&lt;br /&gt;heavy from grief&lt;br /&gt;things that I cannot say&lt;br /&gt;emotions I try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;such a release&lt;br /&gt;so much relief&lt;br /&gt;and you stare down at me&lt;br /&gt;your eyes are full&lt;br /&gt;brimming with a love I don't share&lt;br /&gt;I see complete happiness&lt;br /&gt;a whole person&lt;br /&gt;when I look up and into you&lt;br /&gt;how can I turn away&lt;br /&gt;how can I shatter that perfect world&lt;br /&gt;I just can't feel like you do&lt;br /&gt;because he taught me how to &lt;br /&gt;and then showed me every reason &lt;br /&gt;to never feel again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-112614218793464843?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/112614218793464843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=112614218793464843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112614218793464843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112614218793464843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/09/closed.html' title='Closed'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-112128288611166712</id><published>2005-07-13T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:28:06.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>I'm done&lt;br /&gt;the crying&lt;br /&gt;the questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of hurting&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;you hold over me &lt;br /&gt;a few strands of hope&lt;br /&gt;that you wickedly wield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy&lt;br /&gt;no more waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough &lt;br /&gt;if you don't want&lt;br /&gt;us &lt;br /&gt;in any which way&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stop doing this halfway&lt;br /&gt;either we do this&lt;br /&gt;or I walk away without you&lt;br /&gt;     for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done&lt;br /&gt;it hurts&lt;br /&gt;very deeply&lt;br /&gt;but it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-112128288611166712?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/112128288611166712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=112128288611166712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112128288611166712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112128288611166712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/07/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-112128266033843754</id><published>2005-07-13T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T13:24:20.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months</title><content type='html'>How did you choose the time?&lt;br /&gt;did you consult the stars&lt;br /&gt;or flip to a random calendar page?&lt;br /&gt;how,&lt;br /&gt;    enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you doing this for all the right&lt;br /&gt;or all the wrong reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must deny &lt;br /&gt;so that you may not feel&lt;br /&gt;Are you really without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you&lt;br /&gt;believe time erases emotions so strong?&lt;br /&gt;is six months enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you let go of in that time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why deny the love you feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-112128266033843754?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/112128266033843754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=112128266033843754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112128266033843754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/112128266033843754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/07/six-months.html' title='Six Months'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111671794065446703</id><published>2005-05-21T17:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:25:40.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment</title><content type='html'>disappointment rakes through my body&lt;br /&gt;aching pulls at my heart&lt;br /&gt;what I want I won't have&lt;br /&gt;what I can see I can't touch&lt;br /&gt;trying to give up&lt;br /&gt;wanting to move on&lt;br /&gt;it's wanting that keeps me here&lt;br /&gt;try not to hurt&lt;br /&gt;can't stop&lt;br /&gt;so difficult&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111671794065446703?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111671794065446703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111671794065446703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111671794065446703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111671794065446703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111671759034736115</id><published>2005-05-21T17:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:19:50.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Only</title><content type='html'>Only the best hearts break&lt;br /&gt;kind hearts hurt&lt;br /&gt;if you felt no pain&lt;br /&gt;then you felt no joy&lt;br /&gt;the world is unfair&lt;br /&gt;those who love and trust&lt;br /&gt;get hurt the most&lt;br /&gt;While in pain it's hard to see&lt;br /&gt;that those are the same&lt;br /&gt;that felt true love&lt;br /&gt;and will feel it again&lt;br /&gt;Comfort can be taken from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart can mend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111671759034736115?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111671759034736115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111671759034736115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111671759034736115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111671759034736115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/only.html' title='Only'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111595766146239642</id><published>2005-05-12T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:14:21.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad</title><content type='html'>I just thought of you&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time&lt;br /&gt;since you've crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;and yet you can still &lt;br /&gt;make me smile&lt;br /&gt;the half smile you loved so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering &lt;br /&gt;how you are&lt;br /&gt;if you're still&lt;br /&gt;as you were&lt;br /&gt;kind and funny&lt;br /&gt;always ready with&lt;br /&gt;loving arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever find her?&lt;br /&gt;the perfect one for you&lt;br /&gt;the one you wanted me to be&lt;br /&gt;I haven't found him yet&lt;br /&gt;the one I wished you were&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111595766146239642?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111595766146239642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111595766146239642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111595766146239642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111595766146239642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/brad.html' title='Brad'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111569803359450760</id><published>2005-05-09T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:07:13.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To know&lt;br /&gt;When present&lt;br /&gt;When absent&lt;br /&gt;No more questioning&lt;br /&gt;Lack of second guessing&lt;br /&gt;What a skill to posess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111569803359450760?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111569803359450760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111569803359450760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111569803359450760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111569803359450760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-know-when-present-when-absent-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111550848091297004</id><published>2005-05-07T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:42:03.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Capture the Moment</title><content type='html'>And then he walked in. She didn't see him at first, her sight blurred from the tears and her body sore for the events that had just occured. He walked up to her slowly at first but quickened his pace when he saw her eyes. It shocked him. This moment of weakness was foreign for him to see. She was always so strong, always in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught the look of surprise in his eyes when she finally noticed him. It made her eyes swell up with new tears. It was bad enough that he had once before cast her aside but because of another he was here and is seeing her with all guards impossibly down. With every ounce of strength in her body she pulled herself off of the floor and headed for the door. Her emotions battled within her. Part of her prayed for escape and the other wanted him to catch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew panic when he saw it. It was obvious and clear on her face. He reached out for her just as she turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go. Please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept going, shoulders heaving from the pain. With three long strides he was beside her and catching her arm, he turned her to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her head bowed, "Please. I don't need you to see me right now. Shouldn't you be with someone else? Just go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to lift her chin so that he could look at her. She forcefully pulled away from his hand. Pulling free of his grip she took one step back and looked him square in the eyes. He saw it then. The face he couldn't forget and the eyes he'd always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He felt it like a shock to the system. He didn't expect to feel like this. He knew in that moment that she had captured him in a way that no one else could ever hope to. Looking into her eyes, silently defiant still wet with her tears. Vulnerable yet so strong. He knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw his look change and she tried not to feel the change in her heart. Why did he have to look at her like that? Hadn't she suffered enough heartache at his hands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolving to stay strong and keep her distance, she went to turn away. A motion caught her eye and stopped her from running. He had reached his hand out to the void between them, waiting for her to meet him in the middle. With open eyes he looked at her, not saying a word just looking at her and waited. She stared at his out stretched hand. Compelled by what it meant, she gingerly touched his fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing he had to act quickly, he wrapped his hand around hers and pulled her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry. I didn't know until today. I came as soon as I could. Oh god, I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her strong, not relaxing until he felt her wince. She started to pull away and he held her closer, more tenderly and aware of what must have happened to her. Feeling tears of anger and emotions much stronger start to make their way down his face, he bent to whisper in her ear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, don't pull away yet. Please. Give me just this moment and if it has to be my last with you, let me a little longer so that I will never forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt her chest tighten and then she started to cry again. And sunk into his arms and let him hold her. It felt so good to have his arms around her and as familiar as it was, this time it was different.  There they stood, for what seemed an eternity. Silently drinking in each other and drawing strength from the sum of who they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111550848091297004?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111550848091297004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111550848091297004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111550848091297004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111550848091297004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/capture-moment.html' title='Capture the Moment'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111509337054963804</id><published>2005-05-02T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:11:20.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>if i could only see what you do&lt;br /&gt;if you would only feel what i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you cry at the levels i hide from you&lt;br /&gt;could you handle all that goes on&lt;br /&gt;would i be able to deal with your view&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand that which you enjoy&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing that you and i could be the same&lt;br /&gt;why can't you look into me like i do you&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you never believe me&lt;br /&gt;cowardice keeps me from revealing the&lt;br /&gt;evidence you need to think it's all real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if you'd release the tears to match mine&lt;br /&gt;if only you saw them released&lt;br /&gt;if only there was a way to show you&lt;br /&gt;without giving up this facade&lt;br /&gt;if only you could see what i see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111509337054963804?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111509337054963804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111509337054963804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111509337054963804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111509337054963804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/05/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111492320718028141</id><published>2005-04-30T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:53:27.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;When we are quiet&lt;br /&gt;The world speaks at length&lt;br /&gt;It tells us of things that we've missed&lt;br /&gt;People we've lost&lt;br /&gt;And emotions we dare not feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;The world is patient&lt;br /&gt;It will wait for us to see&lt;br /&gt;Then there are times&lt;br /&gt;The world is wanting&lt;br /&gt;Shows us that we want not to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;We can sit quiet&lt;br /&gt;And feel those not here&lt;br /&gt;Friends we've lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;We can feel them here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I can sit here&lt;br /&gt;I can remember&lt;br /&gt;I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't&lt;br /&gt;When I feel your smile&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111492320718028141?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111492320718028141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111492320718028141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111492320718028141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111492320718028141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12514427.post-111492280557381824</id><published>2005-04-30T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:53:32.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Begin</title><content type='html'>So, let me start by saying that this is going to be a little bleak. I have tried to write happy stuff but it never really comes out well. I write all the time and I'm looking forward to sharing this with others. If I have nothing new to add, I shall add some of the pieces that I like the most. Most of these works will be mine. Some pieces will be from other people that I enjoy and give me inspiration. Either way, I hope you enjoy it all. I have another site if you get all concerned about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12514427-111492280557381824?l=fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/feeds/111492280557381824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12514427&amp;postID=111492280557381824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111492280557381824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12514427/posts/default/111492280557381824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fadingoutslowly.blogspot.com/2005/04/let-me-begin.html' title='Let Me Begin'/><author><name>Samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15033956779815870258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='10' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y155/sometimes_i_am/ilovekao_5.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
