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	<title>Mayaabaybee's Journals</title>
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	<modified>2009-06-10T19:41:00Z</modified>
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	<author><name>mayaabaybee</name></author>
		  <entry>
	    <title>trip for two</title>
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	    <issued>2009-06-10T19:41:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-06-10T19:41:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-06-10T19:41:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>I'm lost in this maze we all call "life"&nbsp; but to me it's like a dark tunnel and I'm trying&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>mayaabaybee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;I'm lost in this maze we all call &quot;life&quot;  but to me it's like a dark tunnel and I'm trying so hard to see the light. Trying to take on life when you're alone has to be the hardest thing to do because life should not be a journey for one but for two. To hold you when you cry, smile when you're up and always be down for to ride. Life is an empty journey when you're alone... I'm alone... :(&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>last night I saw you</title>
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	    <issued>2009-05-27T11:11:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-05-27T11:11:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-05-27T11:11:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p>That night I waked further away from you holding my bag, biting my lip trying to hold back painful tears.&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>mayaabaybee</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;That night I waked further away from you holding my bag, biting my lip trying to hold back painful tears. I looked back at you looking more fragile and easy to break than I had ever seen, I knew you didn't want me to see you cry so I could be strong because the second any tear would run down your face I would run to wipe it away. I walk some more and before I disappear onto the plane I need to look back at you once more before we're seperated by thousands of miles, because the next time I see you will be in picture I now always carry with me. I saved my tears for the bathroom on the plane cos I miss you so much already. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
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