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	<title>Comments on: You too.</title>
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	<description>Gabber on &#38; on &#38; on</description>
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		<title>By: me too</title>
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		<dc:creator>me too</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 19:57:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>somethings never change, because they are in your memory forever.

sometimes you still love people, even if you can&#039;t tell them...

i hope you understand what i mean.</description>
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<p>sometimes you still love people, even if you can&#8217;t tell them&#8230;</p>
<p>i hope you understand what i mean.</p>
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		<title>By: alsamflux</title>
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		<description>All the little Worlds we call people have left marks upon me, shaped me, cut me.  I rearrange my perceptions and interpretations of them, to better remember the gifts and diminish the human failings.

I&#039;ve had those not quite last words, with my wife before she passed.  Her last words were for her beloved children, which count highest in family for a mother, more so than a husband.  To accept the bronze in this most cherished possession, my marriage, has been the hardest thing, but she lived and loved more than I ever will, and it was a blessing to be near that flame.</description>
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<p>I&#8217;ve had those not quite last words, with my wife before she passed.  Her last words were for her beloved children, which count highest in family for a mother, more so than a husband.  To accept the bronze in this most cherished possession, my marriage, has been the hardest thing, but she lived and loved more than I ever will, and it was a blessing to be near that flame.</p>
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