<?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-7920028321013346853</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:19:30.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Girl</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life In Lyrics...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>About A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113348198177823329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js6U_2auv1A/TWnOT7MT1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ZztdwBwh0s/s220/Bell.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920028321013346853.post-4847956656142872397</id><published>2011-09-19T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:13:41.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What?!</title><content type='html'>WE GOT THE HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920028321013346853-4847956656142872397?l=thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4847956656142872397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-what.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/4847956656142872397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/4847956656142872397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-what.html' title='Guess What?!'/><author><name>About A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113348198177823329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js6U_2auv1A/TWnOT7MT1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ZztdwBwh0s/s220/Bell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920028321013346853.post-1187321415380024590</id><published>2011-09-14T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T17:29:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>house hunting part II</title><content type='html'>Have I mentioned how exhausting house hunting is?&amp;nbsp; We're making an offer on another house (we didn't get the first one) and now we're at the back and forth part of the part of the deal.&amp;nbsp; I'm ready to move and decorate!&amp;nbsp; Come on already&amp;nbsp;and just accept our offer!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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We have to wait 24 hours to see if our offer is accepted.&amp;nbsp; I'm so anxious!&amp;nbsp; I don't know how I'm going to get through tomorrow, or tonight!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fingers crossing, prayers, good vibes, positive thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I need it all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I can't wait to marry this man?!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/368/D5F57D5AE25E7F02B1E70AB84D9B3431.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920028321013346853-6245274606818514725?l=thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6245274606818514725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/6245274606818514725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/6245274606818514725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-of-my-life.html' title='Love of my life'/><author><name>About A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113348198177823329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js6U_2auv1A/TWnOT7MT1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ZztdwBwh0s/s220/Bell.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0StVZzq_mI/TlR5ZkrgGSI/AAAAAAAAAGs/DKP0x3u8asc/s72-c/menick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920028321013346853.post-3259174610309077549</id><published>2011-08-23T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:02:12.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
I am conflicted.&amp;nbsp; For my entire life I've been biting my tongue when it comes to how people treat me and efforts that are put forth in relationships.&amp;nbsp; I can say that without a doubt I am extremely caring, kind, and selfless when it comes to the needs of people I love.&amp;nbsp; I can also say that I am always concerned, interested, excited and truly involved in the life's of those I love.&amp;nbsp; My whole life I feel like I give and give and give and well, my cups empty.&amp;nbsp; I feel like people are usually nice to me because they want something, there is always some sort of motive.&amp;nbsp; I'll be damned if I'm going to go out of my way to please everyone. It's draining emotionally.&amp;nbsp; I usually come home from events, occasions, gatherings, exhausted and extremely sad.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, with the except of my darling fiance and my best friend I don't know anyone who isn't too self absorded and self centered.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, little blog.&amp;nbsp; I'm signing off.&amp;nbsp; I don't have time to make time for selfish people.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to live my life for me and quit begging for people to jump in and notice.&amp;nbsp; If you miss out it's your fault.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920028321013346853-3259174610309077549?l=thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3259174610309077549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/3259174610309077549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/3259174610309077549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-quit.html' title='I Quit'/><author><name>About A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113348198177823329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js6U_2auv1A/TWnOT7MT1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ZztdwBwh0s/s220/Bell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920028321013346853.post-4697055195113756929</id><published>2011-07-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:17:55.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tik Tok</title><content type='html'>You know how they say you have a biological clock and once it starts ticking you'll know.&lt;br /&gt;
Well holy fuck.&amp;nbsp;All I can think about is having a baby.&amp;nbsp; It's so thought consuming.&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot wait until Nick and I get married next October.&amp;nbsp; Then we can start trying.&amp;nbsp; Imaging a tiny little baby...oh....it's just so exciting.&amp;nbsp; It's honestly the most exciting thing I've ever thought about.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Yep, I'm ready and my clock is ticking!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/368/D5F57D5AE25E7F02B1E70AB84D9B3431.png" style="border: 0px currentColor !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7920028321013346853-4697055195113756929?l=thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4697055195113756929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/tik-tok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/4697055195113756929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7920028321013346853/posts/default/4697055195113756929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewoesofadesolategirl.blogspot.com/2011/07/tik-tok.html' title='Tik Tok'/><author><name>About A Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11113348198177823329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Js6U_2auv1A/TWnOT7MT1tI/AAAAAAAAAGA/4ZztdwBwh0s/s220/Bell.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7920028321013346853.post-7411579478914654238</id><published>2011-06-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T21:10:33.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Codes and Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We won't get far&lt;br /&gt;
Flying in circles inside a jar&lt;br /&gt;
Because the air we breathe&lt;br /&gt;
Is thinning with the words that we speak&lt;br /&gt;
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That we speak&lt;br /&gt;
You and me&lt;br /&gt;
That we speak&lt;br /&gt;
You and me&lt;br /&gt;
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You're on the floor&lt;br /&gt;
Fearful of what's outside your door&lt;br /&gt;
But the codes and keys&lt;br /&gt;
They can protect you&lt;br /&gt;
From the pangs of jealousy&lt;br /&gt;
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When you scream&lt;br /&gt;
Love you see&lt;br /&gt;
Like a child&lt;br /&gt;
Throwing stones at the sky&lt;br /&gt;
When they fall back to earth&lt;br /&gt;
As minor chords of major works&lt;br /&gt;
Separate rooms of single life&lt;br /&gt;
We are one&lt;br /&gt;
We are alive&lt;br /&gt;
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We are alive&lt;br /&gt;
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We are alive&lt;br /&gt;
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We are alive&lt;br /&gt;
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We are alive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Let the planning begin!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I adore Ash Koley and our dancing style is very similar :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I cut my father out of my life because he's not interested in having a relationship with me.&amp;nbsp; Our relationship was completely one sided.&amp;nbsp; It's a shame that he's missing out on knowing his awesome daughter.&amp;nbsp;I told him&amp;nbsp;how much it hurts to know that he now has&amp;nbsp;a new family and that&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;forgot about me.&amp;nbsp; It didn't change anything.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I really tried, I confronted him.&amp;nbsp; This is something that I talk about a lot with my therapist.&amp;nbsp; So far we haven't come up with another solution.&amp;nbsp; It's been decided that my Dad's an idiot and it's not my fault that he doesn't want to have a relationship with me.&amp;nbsp; It's not my fault.&amp;nbsp; I didn't do anything.&amp;nbsp; It's also been decided that it's best I don't write him a scathing letter telling him to fuck off.&amp;nbsp; I guess I'll just have to accept the fact that yes, my father is alive and well but, he's not in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me how's the way to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me how's the way to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me all that i should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me how's the way to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tell me how's the way to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;To evoke some empathy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There is something really sexy about a simple outfit accessoried with the right pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;
That may seem weird but, it's true.&amp;nbsp; I have decided that I don't own enough shoes (haha) and I need to expand my collection.&amp;nbsp; Here are a couple that have caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you said every road is a good road&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;between the next road and your last&amp;nbsp;road&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every love is your best love and every love is your last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and every kiss is a goodbye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I can relate to these lines.&amp;nbsp; I think it's very easy&amp;nbsp;when you are in a relationship to say that it is your best, when you're in it, in that moment and when that relationship ends you say to yourself never again.&amp;nbsp; It was once a vicious cycle for me.&amp;nbsp; I can say that I'm glad definitely a serial monogamous. I'd like to think that this is my last relationship...my long term "forever" relationship.&amp;nbsp; The heart is a risky fuel to burn but, it's worth it..right?&lt;br /&gt;
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My therapist told me today that I've finally gained a new perspective on my life.&amp;nbsp; And it's a really good perspective.&amp;nbsp; I feel happy and it's because I'm working on myself and looking at everything with new eyes.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty incredible.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I arrived and saw her face I was overcome with emotion.&amp;nbsp; I could barely park the car my eyes were blurry with tears.&amp;nbsp; During our reunion I realized why we became friends in 9th grade.&amp;nbsp; We can finish each other sentences, we still have so much in common despite the 10 years it had been since we'd&amp;nbsp;seen or really talked to one another.&amp;nbsp; I remember being 14 and how we would sit for hours listening to Sarah Mclachlan.&amp;nbsp; Feeling all the emotions of her lyrics.&amp;nbsp; Taking them in, truly living them.&amp;nbsp; Being completely vulnerable and awkward but, not realizing it because we were really just kids.&amp;nbsp; It only made sense that on this truly amazing reunion of friends we got to go see her in concert.&amp;nbsp; As soon as she opened her mouth to sing I completely lost it, I cried uncontrollable tears... I could feel all that empty space that I had felt being removed.&amp;nbsp; For the past 10 years I felt friendless, alone, and empty.&amp;nbsp; Those feelings just disappeared right at that moment.&amp;nbsp; I finally had my one true friend back.&amp;nbsp; It was cathartic.&amp;nbsp;It was like all that time, that gap was finally closed and everything made sense again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will be the answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the end of the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;While you take the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the burning of uncertainty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will be your solid ground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will hold the balance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't look down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it takes my whole life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't break, I won't bend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It will all be worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worth it in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I can only tell you what I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I need you in my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the stars have all gone out...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;In the coming year, I hope to find peace with myself. &amp;nbsp;Put away all the guilt and anger I've held onto for so many years. &amp;nbsp;Let it be. Let it go. &amp;nbsp;I'll let you go. &amp;nbsp;Harboring hurt. &amp;nbsp;I'll take the time to soak up the good stuff, the happy feelings, the little moments of joy. &amp;nbsp;A chance for calm, a hope for freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On my saddest days I find myself thinking about my first love and the unbearable heartbreak that came along with it.&amp;nbsp; I think no matter how many loves you have after, it's never the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Green, green, youth&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What about what's good what's true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from those days?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't count to all the lovers I've burned through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why do I still burn for you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say..." - Sun Kil Moon&lt;br /&gt;
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