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	<title>Comments on: Wild Horses Couldn&#8217;t Take Me Away</title>
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	<description>tonight we drink to youth.</description>
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		<title>By: As Our Lives Change</title>
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		<dc:creator>As Our Lives Change</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Jun 2010 10:42:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] me and on the next street over, who shared wishes at birthday parties and who held our hand when the yellow schoolbus came into [...]</description>
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		<title>By: On A Carousel of Time</title>
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		<dc:creator>On A Carousel of Time</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 02:28:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] and losing meant you just worked harder; a time when best friends sat beside you on the bus and held your hand when you were [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Don&#8217;t You Love In Vain</title>
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		<dc:creator>Don&#8217;t You Love In Vain</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 02:22:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] I think it’s about a familiar fear, and no matter how many times I face it, it still lingers in a quiet corner of my heart. It’s [...]</description>
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		<title>By: twenty(or)something &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Never Stop Believing (Part 1)</title>
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		<dc:creator>twenty(or)something &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Never Stop Believing (Part 1)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:24:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] are fair game. I&#8217;ll talk about my flaws, my weaknesses, my mistakes; I&#8217;ll talk about my fears, my insecurities, and feeling lost because, for me, that&#8217;s how I overcome, become, and get [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] are fair game. I&#8217;ll talk about my flaws, my weaknesses, my mistakes; I&#8217;ll talk about my fears, my insecurities, and feeling lost because, for me, that&#8217;s how I overcome, become, and get [...]</p>
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		<title>By: twenty(or)something &#187; Blog Archive &#187; The Art of Letting Go</title>
		<link>http://twentyorsomething.com/2009/11/29/wild-horses-couldnt-take-me-away/comment-page-1/#comment-5328</link>
		<dc:creator>twenty(or)something &#187; Blog Archive &#187; The Art of Letting Go</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:36:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] let go, afraid that something will change, afraid that I&#8217;ll leave something behind &#8212; or be left behind &#8212; afraid I&#8217;ll have to move on and I won&#8217;t be [...]</description>
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