<?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-13795827</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:10:32.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ever painful heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13795827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05478727602250595261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13795827.post-111928051933288454</id><published>2005-06-20T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:15:19.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/2005/06/pain-is-what-i-feel-word-i-used-so.html"&gt;The ever painful heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13795827-111928051933288454?l=eyesofdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/feeds/111928051933288454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13795827&amp;postID=111928051933288454' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13795827/posts/default/111928051933288454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13795827/posts/default/111928051933288454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/2005/06/ever-painful-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05478727602250595261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13795827.post-111927998881199839</id><published>2005-06-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T08:06:29.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pain is what i feel, the word i used&lt;br /&gt;so often which describes how i feel. Another is depression..I felt it even in my&lt;br /&gt;dreams . My mind never sleeps..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;     Well today&lt;br /&gt;...may i say most of my life time is fill with disapointment. I walk again the&lt;br /&gt;same road feeling weak in my heart. People do notice and i hated that, so i fake&lt;br /&gt;a smile when asked. Everytime God will pretend to give me hope and take it away&lt;br /&gt;the next few days or hours or even minutes. Yeah thats what He does and it&lt;br /&gt;excites Him ...SO He do it more often. The fading smile and the heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;really does makes Him happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;     Here Im&lt;br /&gt;sitting and feeling like an orphan. Well the truth is I  am..But the&lt;br /&gt;only difference is today it shows. I usually bury myself in my thoughts and&lt;br /&gt;hardly share my feelings..but somehow today I needed someone to talk to. Someone&lt;br /&gt;whom Im not afraid to cry and express myself freely. But here I am expressing to&lt;br /&gt;my computer by typing of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;However the fact that this is my life and this is how its going to be for the&lt;br /&gt;rest of my life disturbs me even more..why Lord? I even asked the Lord for death&lt;br /&gt;to end my misery..Even cancer would have been better..wish I could replace those&lt;br /&gt;who suffer from cancer, bcoz i dont wish tihs life not once.But even my pathetic&lt;br /&gt;wish never been granted. Maybe He want to see me suffer&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;      They&lt;br /&gt;say time will heal, im waiting and waiting ever since, things only got worse.&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is to whom do i complain, now that Im all alone in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13795827-111927998881199839?l=eyesofdead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/feeds/111927998881199839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13795827&amp;postID=111927998881199839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13795827/posts/default/111927998881199839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13795827/posts/default/111927998881199839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eyesofdead.blogspot.com/2005/06/pain-is-what-i-feel-word-i-used-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05478727602250595261</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
