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	<title><![CDATA[Gothic Tears Of Blood]]></title>
	<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com</link>
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	<description><![CDATA[My Poetry of Pain.]]></description>
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		<title><![CDATA[She Doesn't Understand]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/15010/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[She doesn't understand  What she can't see.  She doesn't know  What goes on  Inside of me.  She didn't see   The tears I cried.  She doesn't see  The flashbacks I hide.  She...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 12:17:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[What Has Happened To Me?]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/15009/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Shadows fall across this town  Casting eerie glows.  The darkness all around closing in on me.  I keep my back against the building  For fear what I might see.  Did I lose him?...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Aug 2005 11:41:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Why Do People NEED Noise?]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14814/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[In silence, it's difficult to avoid our thoughts, feelings, and doubts. If they are not comfortable thoughts, if we'd rather not death with them, we can drown them out with...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 04:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Explaining Love]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14813/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[  How Does One Explain Love To Another?  ....but how do u EXPLAIN it? Does one believe love simply stops at words?  My point is, you can say I love you, but you have to back it...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 04:31:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Testimony (Needed SOMEWHERE to put it)]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14810/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[  My Heart's Cry    This is the testimony of my life. I'm very private and this is written in a document because I can't talk about it much. The pain is still very real to me. I...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2005 03:33:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[He's Sanka]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14770/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[His name is Sanka,  Some people cal him Tanka.  He makes the other dogs  Look like total hogs.  He raps on the street while eating doggie treats.  He goes on the tree  Then eats...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 11:21:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Our Lives]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14769/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[The world is in a rut  People think they are so tough.  They don't understand what's going on  Because the blindfolds their wearing are tied to tight  And they don't want to see...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 11:13:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[I Believe I Can Fly (Parody)]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14767/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[I believe I can fly  I've just been hit by the ice cream guy.  All I wanted was a popsicle,   I see me running through the hospital.  Bandages to the floor,  I've just been hit...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 11:06:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[Taking Over Me]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14766/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[Surrounded by darkness,  Tombstones all around.  I'm wearing a white dress,  Trying to put my tortured soul to rest.  Death is calling me in,  Calling my name.  Pulling me into...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 08:15:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title><![CDATA[How Much More.....?]]></title>
		<link>http://gothictearsofblood.bravejournal.com/entry/14657/</link>
		<description><![CDATA[There was pain when nails struck flesh,  And went through board.  Hands and feet stained with blood.  Ripped flesh and crown of thorns  Saved my soul before I was even born.  If...]]></description>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Aug 2005 01:14:40 +0000</pubDate>
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