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<title>No Greater Feeling</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1876667</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>No Greater Feeling&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>There is no greater feeling &lt;br />than the one he gives to me&lt;br />the way that he embraces me&lt;br />it sets my spirit free&lt;br />i feel I've always held him&lt;br />so deep within my heart&lt;br />I know that God had brought us here&lt;br />and we will never part&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>There is not greater feeling&lt;br />than the way he heals my soul&lt;br />the way his presence catches me&lt;br />he makes my spirit whole&lt;br />he heals me in a way that I &lt;br />never thought before&lt;br />was possible, and now I fly&lt;br />and feel my spirit soar&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>There is no greater feeling&lt;br />than belonging to this man&lt;br />and I will never leave him &lt;br />just please him as I can&lt;br />he is the first one so sincere&lt;br />so honest and so genuine&lt;br />to capture all my being&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>and I belong to him&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>There is no greater feeling&lt;br />than to spend my life with him&lt;br />to be there always by his side&lt;br />this is more than just a whim&lt;br />two soulmates finally meet&lt;br />together for always&lt;br />this love is bliss, its beyond sweet&lt;br />I love him all my days......&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#ff00ae" size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>There is no greater feeling&lt;br />that to give him all my heart&lt;br />Because i know this man is honest&lt;br />and we will never part&lt;br />It makes sense of all pain past&lt;br />and I learn &quot;no regrets&quot; so true&lt;br />because this love will always last&lt;br />all roads before led me to you&lt;br />&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 20:00 EST</pubDate>
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<title>When He Loved Me</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1835840</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font color="#960000" size="2">When He Loved Me&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font color="#960000">&lt;font size="2">&lt;strong>&lt;em>When he loved me &lt;br />my heart beat fast&lt;br />when he held me&lt;br />I wanted it to last&lt;br />when he loved me&lt;br />I never felt fears&lt;br />now he left me&lt;br />I only have tears&lt;br />When he wanted me&lt;br />I felt that I belonged&lt;br />When he deserted me&lt;br />I felt I had been wronged&lt;br />when he kissed me&lt;br />my heart flew fast and free&lt;br />but when he kicked me&lt;br />I fell to my knees&lt;br />when he loved me&lt;br />I felt I waited for&lt;br />this someone very special&lt;br />who made me feel reborn&lt;br />when he lied to me&lt;br />my heart was torn too much&lt;br />so many broken pieces&lt;br />no one can ever touch&lt;br />When he loved me&lt;br />my heart was whole again&lt;br />When he left me&lt;br />I lost my greatest friend&lt;br />When he lost me&lt;br />he lost his greatest love&lt;br />he spit the special gift&lt;br />God sent him from above&lt;br />When he loved me&lt;br />I never felt fears&lt;br />When he left me&lt;br />it gave me only tears&lt;br />when he loved me&lt;br />my heart beat fast&lt;br />when he held me &lt;br />I wanted it to last&lt;br />Now he showed me&lt;br />He never wanted me&lt;br />And my only prayer left to God&lt;br />is to let me to be free&lt;br />To take me from this life&lt;br />so I can cease to be.....&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;br />&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2008 18:51 EST</pubDate>
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<title>when its gone</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1832407</link>
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&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>Some people don't know what they have until it goes away&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>they take &#160;you for granted when they ask you to stay&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>they don't care for your feelings just use you inside&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>at least I can say that I really have tried&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>They play with your feelings and tell you they care&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>but then when you need them they'll never be there&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>And when you go to do what is right&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>they tell you y ou're wrong for starting a fight&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>Is it better to stay and let them hurt you&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>use your emotions until you are through?&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>I think this is not a really good friend&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>this is the time to give it an end&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>no one needs someone so false in their life&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>their selfish actions just cut like a knife&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>they only think of themself in the end&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>and then you can see they were never your friend&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>They try to blame you and tell you you're wrong&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#1062FF">&lt;strong>but the truth is they know what they lost when its gone.....&#160;&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>

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<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 02:03 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Broken pen Broken heart</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1830128</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font size="+0">&lt;strong>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#004b19">Broken pen, Broken heart&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font size="+0">&lt;strong>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#004b19">So deeply broken in so many parts&lt;br />knowing that I am unseen&lt;br />that I have no place inside your heart&lt;br />knowing that I'll never mean&lt;br />anything special that you would cherish&lt;br />just a lost shadow inside&lt;br />just to be something is my great wish&lt;br />but this pain now I just want to hide&lt;br />A pen that writes the greatest stories&lt;br />slowly its ink will fade&lt;br />and writing and writing what you meant to me&lt;br />is just a dream that I had made&lt;br />and now there is no ink inside of this pen&lt;br />and no more sweet dreams left to write&lt;br />just a broken will - this deed of men&lt;br />and only the darkness of night&lt;br />can hide the lonliness and all the pain&lt;br />that leaks like the ink from this pen&lt;br />the betrayal will leave me never the same&lt;br />just broken and thinking of when&lt;br />the heart was full as the pen that spoke&lt;br />writing of such love undenied&lt;br />but the heart now is empty and broke&lt;br />like the pen, that day, they both died....&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 17:27 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Worthless</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1829564</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">Worthless&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">You live so long in fear&lt;br />crying hurting hoping&lt;br />that you will find the one&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">you live so long with pain&lt;br />bleeding sighing dying&lt;br />your heart is finally done&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">You finally think you find him&lt;br />laughing trusing loving&lt;br />that person you adore&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">You learn in time he's playing&lt;br />lying using abusing&lt;br />you cant trust anymore&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">You give yourself to him&lt;br />wanting needing giving&lt;br />you find its just useless&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">He only wants to use you&lt;br />teasing laughing lying&lt;br />and you are just worthless&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#5D10FF">He never wanted you&lt;br />you were only dreaming&lt;br />and you are just worthless&lt;/font>&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:21 EST</pubDate>
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<title>What they do</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1829563</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#3d7fff">what they do&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font size="4">&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#3d7fff">so many ugly liars&lt;br />so many who play games&lt;br />so many burning fires&lt;br />so many faceless names&lt;br />if anyone is honest&lt;br />if anybody cares&lt;br />then I would find some respite&lt;br />my life with&#160;one to share&lt;br />but everyone is cheating&lt;br />and everybody plays&lt;br />there is no honest man here&lt;br />to make right the frays&lt;br />the only thing they give you&lt;br />is broken trust and tears&lt;br />they are like evil vampires&lt;br />just preying on your fears&lt;br />they play this game so well now&lt;br />they find out all your worth&lt;br />they use you till there's nothing left&lt;br />and only make you hurt&lt;br />a vicious circle moving&lt;br />around and round again&lt;br />these evil lying creatures&lt;br />known to us as men.&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 22:16 EST</pubDate>
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<title>My Secret</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1828724</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>My secret&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>I have a secret I cant tell &lt;br />and only my heart knows it so well&lt;br />it makes me feel as I can fly&lt;br />it makes me laugh instead of cry&lt;br />and nobody knows it but me&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>I have a secret deep inside&lt;br />the one that makes me smile so wide&lt;br />I keep it deep inside my heart&lt;br />and with this secret I can't part&lt;br />and only I can see&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>This secret is so dear to me&lt;br />a precious gift that all envy&lt;br />it burns away inside my soul&lt;br />and no one else will ever know&lt;br />I hold it close inside&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>I keep this treasure selfishly&lt;br />in places only i can see&lt;br />and keep it safe inside my soul&lt;br />to shout this secret is my goal&lt;br />but now I let it hide&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>I am afraid to lose this gift&lt;br />the one that makes my spirits lift&lt;br />I guard it fiercely as a lion&lt;br />tempt it sweetly as a siren&lt;br />Ill never set it free&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="times new roman,times,serif" color="#10ffae">&lt;strong>&lt;em>This secret keeps my will to live&lt;br />and makes my heart so full to give&lt;br />Ill hold it tightly in my arms&lt;br />and never let it come to harm&lt;br />and nobody knows it but me&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
<category>Personal</category>
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<pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 14:29 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Whose Voice Speaks Now?</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1823806</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose Voice Speaks Now? &lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008 &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;br />&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is telling these promises sweet &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Such words that make my heart stop to beat &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it telling me how much they love &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>making me think its a gift from above &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it telling me such faithful vows &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>whispering dreams that are straight from my mouth &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it promising nothing the same &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>taking my trust ... and all is in vain &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it telling me the same weary lies &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>bringing the same painful tears to my eyes &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it telling they'll always be there &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>but when I need someone ... they truly don't care &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it swearing that they want me near &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>the same voice that hurts me and makes me to fear &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice was it promising beautiful things &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>the same voice that whispered while breaking my wings &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>These voices these promises ... all the same lies&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>&#160;the voice is the same... just different guys &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it telling the same words that fell &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>…all the same lies, Whose voice? I can't tell &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>All along now I have been alone &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>no one to care for... no one who knows &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>Whose voice is it that will stay near for all time? &lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font face="georgia,times new roman,times,serif" color="#2e76ff">&lt;em>&lt;strong>The only faithful voice in this evil world...is mine&lt;/strong>&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;br />&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2008 16:35 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Same Weapons Same Wounds</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1823805</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Same Weapons Same Wounds&lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Who is to say the blade that's most strong &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">the cut so soft&lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">the pain so long &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Who is to say what cuts most deep &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">slicing my soul &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">making me weep &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">A word is often more sharp than a blade &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">taking away &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">the life that you saved &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Broken trust that is burning so fast &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">causing more tears &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">making it last &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">What do you do when your hero betrays? &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">you offered your heart &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">you were his slave &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">Someone is pulling the air from my lungs &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">slowly I die &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">my requiem sung &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">I loved you - I love you- even past death &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">but still as you &quot;why?&quot; &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">with my very last breath &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">You wounded me deeper than any before &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">you've broken my spirit &lt;/span>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;span style="COLOR: #ff1f1f; FONT-FAMILY: &quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;">please, &quot;Delah&quot;, no more.&lt;/span>&lt;/strong> &lt;/p>
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<title>for one that knows... that always knows</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1812283</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#c9ff5a">A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font color="#c9ff5a">&lt;font color="#c9ff5a">Drowning &lt;/font>in pools&lt;br />filled with my tears&lt;br />Drowing in wasted hope&lt;br />lost all these years&lt;br />Drowing in wishes&lt;br />vanished in smoke&lt;br />Drowning in oxygen&lt;br />waiting to choke&lt;br />Drowing in fantasy&lt;br />sweet thoughts divine&lt;br />Drowing in mystery&lt;br />who will be mine&lt;br />Drowing in darkness&lt;br />hoping to stay&lt;br />Drowining in silence&lt;br />nothing to say&lt;br />Drowning in misery&lt;br />Drowning in lust&lt;br />Drowining in anger&lt;br />for lost broken trust&lt;br />Drowning and Drowning &lt;br />what can I do&lt;br />but that hand that pulled me out&lt;br />belonged to you.&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;br />&lt;font color="#c9ff5a">For my favorite monster &lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 02:32 EST</pubDate>
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<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1805610</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff005a">Ouch&lt;br />just... ouch.&#160; Always &quot;ouch&quot; &lt;br />Always tears&lt;br />Always sad&lt;br />Always me.....&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff005a">Maybe just born to be abused. Maybe just born to hurt&lt;br />Maybe Im just born under a sad star. meant to cry&lt;br />wishing for more.. just hoping maybe one night&lt;br />I will close my eyes&lt;br />the last tear falls&lt;br />and these eyes never see again &lt;br />never open&lt;br />never cry&lt;br />just.......... sleep.........&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 13:13 EST</pubDate>
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<title>My Small Dream</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1803168</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#4cff86">My Small Dream&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#4cff86">I wake up in the morning &lt;br />and look up to the sky&lt;br />I smile because I love you &lt;br />and know that you are mine&lt;br />I feel the breeze caress my face&lt;br />and smile inside my heart&lt;br />I know that these are your whispers&lt;br />and we will never part&lt;br />I love the very thought of you &lt;br />I love all that you are&lt;br />you are my sun my moon my day&lt;br />my night and every star&lt;br />I know that I am safe with you &lt;br />I never feel so sure&lt;br />I never have before a love&lt;br />that was so sweet and pure&lt;br />you are the song inside my soul&lt;br />you are the smile I bring&lt;br />you are the air inside my lungs&lt;br />you make my heart to sing&lt;br />I love you so with all I am&lt;br />Ayoub I'll never stop&lt;br />and go on every day of life&lt;br />until my body drops&lt;br />and even after I will love&lt;br />space and time will cease&lt;br />you are the blood inside my veins&lt;br />you are my hope and peace&lt;br />you make me sure that love exists&lt;br />You teach me how to trust&lt;br />you give me every hope and dream&lt;br />my sorrows turn to dust&lt;br />I love you always I love you true&lt;br />I love beyond my means&lt;br />I love you for the man you are&lt;br />and all these little things :)&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;br />&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 03:00 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Unease</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1803164</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font color="#ff1fb8" size="4">Unease&lt;br />A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;em>&lt;font color="#ff1fb8" size="4">kicking punching&lt;br />screaming crying&lt;br />gasping pleading&lt;br />bleeding dying&lt;br />scratch at the dirt&lt;br />sand in my mouth &lt;br />crying and clawing&lt;br />north and south&lt;br />east and west&lt;br />and up and down&lt;br />wanting to suffocate&lt;br />waiting to drown&lt;br />inconsolate silence&lt;br />my eyes start to bleed&lt;br />im only carrion &lt;br />for vultures to feed&lt;br />my blood like stones &lt;br />falling from clay&lt;br />white is black &lt;br />and night is day&lt;br />hope is loss&lt;br />and life is death&lt;br />it hurts to live&lt;br />and draw my breath&lt;br />wanting and waiting&lt;br />watching to hear&lt;br />hoping and praying&lt;br />wanting you near&lt;br />what do i live for&lt;br />what do I see&lt;br />why do I dream about&lt;br />ceasing to be&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 02:48 EST</pubDate>
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<title>why</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1802523</link>
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  &lt;p>&lt;font color="#2ebbff" size="2">&lt;strong>&lt;em>WHY&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font color="#2ebbff" size="2">&lt;strong>&lt;em>A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p>
  &lt;p>&lt;font color="#2ebbff" size="2">&lt;strong>&lt;em>why do people hurt me&lt;br />why do people lie&lt;br />why do i go on living&lt;br />why do i even try&lt;br />when will all the sadness end&lt;br />when will darkness leave&lt;br />when will i learn not to wear&lt;br />my heart upon my sleeve&lt;br />why do i care so much&lt;br />when no one cares for me&lt;br />why do I wake up every day&lt;br />when i don't want to be&lt;br />where did my smile run to&lt;br />when was it that it left&lt;br />when did I start to dream about&lt;br />a sweet and silent death&lt;br />why does god allow this&lt;br />a kind heart to be hurt&lt;br />why do people make me feel&lt;br />much lower than the dirt&lt;br />Why god wants me suffering&lt;br />its an angels job to do&lt;br />anything that she is told&lt;br />so she can protect you&lt;br />why are men always so false&lt;br />why do they like to play&lt;br />what do I live for in all this&lt;br />and why is it i pray&lt;br />when will i to smile again&lt;br />trying not to cry&lt;br />why are men such evil liars&lt;br />why why why why why&lt;/em>&lt;/strong>&lt;/font>&lt;/p></description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 03:23 EST</pubDate>
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<title>Cry</title>
<link>http://www.zorpia.com/angeldioscurita/journal/1798865</link>
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            &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#2ebbff" size="1">&lt;em>A. Maslanka © 2008&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
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  &lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#2ebbff">&lt;em>Cry&lt;br />cry outloud&lt;br />cry to the heavens&lt;br />to a high fluffy bouncing cloud&lt;br />cry&lt;br />cry to bridge the pain&lt;br />cry to grant solace&lt;br />to your throbbing brain&lt;br />cry for insignifacnce&lt;br />cry for great loss&lt;br />cry and keep crying&lt;br />emotions are tosed&lt;br />cry!&lt;br />cry for the distance&lt;br />cry!&lt;br />cry for the pain&lt;br />cry&lt;br />cry in twisted rage&lt;br />cry with flying fists&lt;br />tear your hair and cry&lt;br />just cry&lt;br />and scream and wail &lt;br />and cry&lt;br />cry for the time lost&lt;br />cry for the great cost&lt;br />cry as the ship, tossed&lt;br />drowns in the tears you cry....&lt;br />goodbye.&lt;/em>&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>
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<pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 09:35 EST</pubDate>
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