<?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-18966174</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:46.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will always love you</title><subtitle type='html'>This a blog just not about me and my life.Its a tribute to all those people who came into this insignificant life of mine and made it worth living.I am thankful for the love,respect as well as the pain they gave in my life.Its made me a stronger person...its made me learn to live with pain and use it to rise once again like a pheonix.Hope you enjoy it...and who knows maybe you can relate your life to mine ...what say?</subtitle><link 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-3722221792459849729</id><published>2007-08-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:57:41.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TONIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes i wish that guardian angel in my life comes really soon...but she resides in a far distant land...and all i can do is pray...       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tonight      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!father of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;guide me through tonight&lt;br /&gt;give me the strength to lift myself&lt;br /&gt;because my shoulder drops tonight&lt;br /&gt;and no longer is my head held high&lt;br /&gt;no longer do i have the courage to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!lord send me your favourite child to guide me                     &lt;br /&gt;to hold my hand ...to walk with me by my side&lt;br /&gt;cause i am all alone tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand the waves of frustration anymore&lt;br /&gt;i am drowning in the quicksand of this materialistic world&lt;br /&gt;with nobody to hold onto ...&lt;br /&gt;bring your loved one back tonight&lt;br /&gt;call her back for me&lt;br /&gt;because i need her to be there by my side tonight...&lt;br /&gt;she is the element that resides in me&lt;br /&gt;with her i am everything without her i am nothing&lt;br /&gt;her love is my strength,her tears are my pain&lt;br /&gt;her voice is my hope,her silence is my despair&lt;br /&gt;the sound of her every breath is the blood that flows in me&lt;br /&gt;with the silence my heartbeat stops... time stops&lt;br /&gt;show me her eyes once again because only they can stop my tears&lt;br /&gt;show me her smile because only that can lift my head up to the world tonight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-3722221792459849729?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/3722221792459849729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=3722221792459849729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/3722221792459849729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/3722221792459849729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2007/08/sometimes-i-wish-that-guardian-angel-in.html' title='TONIGHT'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-8174558205316661663</id><published>2007-05-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:21:21.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fool In Love</title><content type='html'>I woke up one night thinking of you ...why you???&lt;br /&gt; A stranger you have been to  me...no name...no past???&lt;br /&gt;Who are you then ??&lt;br /&gt;Why in the word do you then make me  feel as if you define my existence???&lt;br /&gt;...Why do you give me so much pain as well as  so much hope...&lt;br /&gt;Just Stop fucking my head!!!&lt;br /&gt;..Stay by me or leave forever...&lt;br /&gt;love me  or kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Just dont let me lead a half life...&lt;br /&gt;You are my greatest strength as  well as my greatest weakness...&lt;br /&gt;You are my greatest pride as well as my greatest  remorse..&lt;br /&gt;I am a fool in love...&lt;br /&gt;The more you hate me... the more i will love you ...&lt;br /&gt;not for the pain you gave me ...&lt;br /&gt;But for  the memories you have given me...&lt;br /&gt;Thats because i will always remember the love and erase  the hate...&lt;br /&gt;Cause i am just a fool so in love with you...dreaming dreams never meant  for me...&lt;br /&gt;Yet i dream coz in it is the sweet memories of you which i forever  see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-8174558205316661663?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/8174558205316661663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Coldness outside warmth within</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see the world today just like a schoolchild sees the world through the bus window on a foggy morning. It looks real but yet distorted just like it looks when I cry. The child doesn’t want to open the window and see how the real world looks because it’s too cold outside…just like I don’t want to open my heart for you lest I get hurt again… and again get lost in this bitter fog of emotions…we have our differences…call it age, time, financial status …yet I yearn for you and wish if things would only be the way between you and me like the one I dream about everyday…I wish you would see me the way I see you…but for that I need to open my heart and accept you and that I can’t do because I am too afraid of the pain and the rejection which would come sooner or later…just like the little child cant open the window because it’s a cold, lonesome world outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-116561545269218171?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/116561545269218171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=116561545269218171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/116561545269218171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/116561545269218171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2006/12/coldness-outside-warmth-within.html' title='Coldness outside warmth within'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-115238398767751521</id><published>2006-07-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T10:32:26.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story i just love cause i can relate to it (i havent written it just came across it )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="RTE"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As i sat dere in  d english class i stared at d girl next 2 me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She was  my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hair. I  wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And I  knew it. After &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;class  she walked up to me and asked me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;for  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the  notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;her.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She  said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tell  her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;why.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;11th Grade &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;asked  me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;did. As  I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eyes, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;wishing  she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;three  bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;me,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;said  "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;her. I  want her to know that I don't want to be just &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;friends. I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;love  her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;12th Grade &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick," &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;she  said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;in  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;7th  grade we made a promise that if neither of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;us had  dates we &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;would  go together just as "best friends," so we did. Prom &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;night  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;after  everything was over I was standing at her front door &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;step. I  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;stared  at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;crystal  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eyes. I  want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that,  and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;thanks!" &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and  gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;know  that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;just  too shy. And I don't know &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;why...  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Graduation Day &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;blink,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it was  graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;like  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;an  angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mine,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;but she  didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;went  home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;as I  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hugged  her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;said,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"You're  my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cheek.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want  to tell her. I want her to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;know  that I don't want to be &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;just  friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;know  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;why…  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A Few Years Later &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;now.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I  watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;life,  married &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to  another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;like  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that,  and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;said,  "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cheek.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I want  to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;be  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;just  friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;know  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;why...  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Funeral &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl who &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;used  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;to be  my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;she  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;had  wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;stare  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;at him  wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that,  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;and I  know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;don't  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;want to  be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;don't  know why. I wish he would &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tell me  he loved me… &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i wish I did too… &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);font-family:Lucida Handwriting,Cursive;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i  thought to myself, and I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-115238398767751521?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/115238398767751521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=115238398767751521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/115238398767751521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/115238398767751521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-i-just-love-cause-i-can-relate.html' title='A story i just love cause i can relate to it (i havent written it just came across it )'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-115066541212246612</id><published>2006-06-18T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:27:35.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY RAY OF HOPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something me &amp; my friends wrote one night talking about our sorrows and hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY RAY OF HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Slow lonely night - every star reflects the shattered crystal ball in which i saw my future once ..&lt;br /&gt;Slow slow night, if I could only meet my angel once...&lt;br /&gt;If I could never meet her in life, I'd pray to die, and die so soon..&lt;br /&gt;We'd dance to the song of the stars, we'd sway to the hum of the moon ...&lt;br /&gt;We would be swift as the air; how I wish my angel was there!&lt;br /&gt;Now its a dream once lived, shattered in reality,&lt;br /&gt;Faith lost to truth, courage betrayed to adversary.&lt;br /&gt;Bridges of hope crumbling to ashes far above the cries of helplesness...&lt;br /&gt;But the hope in my heart says you will wait for me beyond it all, beyond nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in the abyssmal waves of despondency, to you I call,&lt;br /&gt;The nothingness envelops me as I try to make my way through it,I falter,I stumble,I fall.&lt;br /&gt;I look for you but the mist of horrific thoughts makes me blind,&lt;br /&gt;My gaurdian angel I need u to come down and hold my hand tonight&lt;br /&gt;Through mists of smoke, through the dark red haze,&lt;br /&gt;I find my angel, I see her face..&lt;br /&gt;And on we go in life upon its endless roads having endless hopes..&lt;br /&gt;Who is she? I know not now,&lt;br /&gt;But this I know, we'll meet somewhere somehow...&lt;br /&gt;And when she comes to my barren earth,&lt;br /&gt;No more shadows, there shall again be joy and mirth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-115066541212246612?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/115066541212246612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=115066541212246612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/115066541212246612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/115066541212246612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-ray-of-hope.html' title='MY RAY OF HOPE'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-113570865006196732</id><published>2005-12-27T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:06:21.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Winter Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ever sat in front of the computer late in the middle of the night...when its all eerie and quiet???wondering where life is heading? Wondering where all your friends are and what they are doing?Wondering why you couldn’t be as successful as them?Wondering and moaning about why you screwed up and why didn’t u listen to the good advices???Has it ever happened to you that to take your mind off your failures you walk into a chat room because you don’t want to talk to your friends and reminded of their success and your failures. And then you meet someone... a stranger in a chat room who chats to you till its dawn and you feel in the end that life aint so bad ...and you wish why you hadn't met this stranger earlier and you wish why couldn’t this stranger live closer to you instead of a thousand miles apart !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Has this ever happened to you???....This poem is an ode to that stranger I met ... we meet people everyday in our lives who put a smile onto our face but we never stop by and thank them for it ...this is the time...this is the chance...stop forget about everything that you are doing...remember them...and thank them for what they made you feel. I might forget what they looked like or did to me but i can never forget how they made me feel by what they said at that stage of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE WINTER NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t was a cold winter night,&lt;br /&gt;Foggy, misty and dark all outside,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone and yearning&lt;br /&gt;That I could break free&lt;br /&gt;through the shackles of despair.&lt;br /&gt;I run through the road of life&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing where my next step would fall,&lt;br /&gt;Its the toughest fight of life,&lt;br /&gt;when hopes gone and no ones beside&lt;br /&gt;Yet you know you have to fight.&lt;br /&gt;Fight to win, fight to survive&lt;br /&gt;You need to fight to keep your head held up high..&lt;br /&gt;But somehow the mist of despair surrounds me. and i suddenly am lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mist you came ....and held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I remember that day when you came into my life..&lt;br /&gt;Till then i was all alone..&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t love myself until you came.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t care about life, until you happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a shadow&lt;br /&gt;It has no heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Yet it gives me pain&lt;br /&gt;And follows me everywhere I go...even on cloudless days&lt;br /&gt;My shadow longs to touch your hair&lt;br /&gt;And talk to you&lt;br /&gt;But just as day and night cannot come together&lt;br /&gt;and dreams and realities can never walk hand in hand...&lt;br /&gt;So cannot you and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and everything you are to me&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you said...&lt;br /&gt;Do not fret when times get rough.&lt;br /&gt;If things look down or kind of tough&lt;br /&gt;Just remember ...I am always here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those words in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;Like I remember your face in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts not having you here and it doesn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;But for now farewell my friend&lt;br /&gt;For I have miles to go to live my dream.&lt;br /&gt;And I know your shadow will be behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Watching silently and whispering to me and showing me the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For knowing you&lt;br /&gt;for loving you&lt;br /&gt;So much I have gained&lt;br /&gt;you are god’s fairest child&lt;br /&gt;You are an angel I have known...&lt;br /&gt;My soul you have touched.&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell where we stand&lt;br /&gt;but no matter what happens from here and forever...&lt;br /&gt;I always want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;That I would rather be here with you, at this moment...&lt;br /&gt;Than with anybody else, anywhere in this world at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;So for now farewell god’s fairest child ...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day it will be you and I&lt;br /&gt;walking along side by side.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that day comes soon..&lt;br /&gt;Till then I will live my life just thinking about you ...The stranger I have known..&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-113570865006196732?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/113570865006196732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=113570865006196732' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113570865006196732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113570865006196732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-winter-night.html' title='One Winter Night...'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-113524496447376731</id><published>2005-12-22T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:00:29.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend where are thou???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This poem i wrote sitting one night wondering about life  is dedicated to my best friend who lives in a land far away whom i miss every single moment and even though she might not realize that this is my Ode to her.I hope these insignifact words might be able to tell her just how much i miss her and love her every single moment which i never could say face to face till date.Its weird how i always knew that one day looking back on the tears i cried in front of you would make me laugh but i never knew that one day the laughter we shared together would make me cry...not a moment passes by when i dont think of you i just wish you were here by my side to give me courage to take on the world...coz my life right now is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...A dream once lived&lt;br /&gt;shattered in reality.&lt;br /&gt;Faith lost to truth.&lt;br /&gt;Courage betrayed to adversary&lt;br /&gt;Bridge of hope crumbling to ashes...&lt;br /&gt;Far above the cries of helplessness and despair.&lt;br /&gt;Mist of horrific thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;Blocking the ray of her everlasting love upon me.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend my guardian angel...&lt;br /&gt;I need you to come down tonight and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I need you to come down and walk by me ...&lt;br /&gt;For i have no one save you in a world of friends turned foes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-113524496447376731?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/113524496447376731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=113524496447376731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113524496447376731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113524496447376731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2005/12/best-friend-where-are-thou.html' title='best friend where are thou???'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-113507652548662590</id><published>2005-12-20T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T05:13:09.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Somewhere in the night a child cries,&lt;br /&gt;A woman weeps and someone dies.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night, humanity hides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Somewhere in the night , a soul screams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; As people fade and die, lost in dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night, reality lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night loneliness dwells,&lt;br /&gt;As people die, no sounding bells.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night, I die alone in the memories of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the light tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-113507652548662590?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/feeds/113507652548662590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18966174&amp;postID=113507652548662590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113507652548662590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18966174/posts/default/113507652548662590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsword.blogspot.com/2005/12/somewhere-in-night.html' title='Somewhere In The Night'/><author><name>neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06573679300286063439</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18966174.post-113200127006665418</id><published>2005-11-14T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T01:25:43.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you knew</title><content type='html'>I was cold and hurting&lt;br /&gt;lost out in the misty night&lt;br /&gt;wandering and searching&lt;br /&gt;for heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the mist clearing&lt;br /&gt;when you spread your wings to shelter me&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;what joy you would bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on&lt;br /&gt;a friendship did start&lt;br /&gt;innocent it was...&lt;br /&gt;like a new born childs cry&lt;br /&gt;you kissed away my tears&lt;br /&gt;and sheltered my heart&lt;br /&gt;But then I grew fearful&lt;br /&gt;for I had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you I'm sorry -&lt;br /&gt;With a gesture, a look, a touch?&lt;br /&gt;How is it I never realized&lt;br /&gt;That you trust me so much&lt;br /&gt;And instead I hurt you so very much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;A comfort I'll never deserve.&lt;br /&gt;I merely want to let you know,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot find the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finally confront you, face-to-face,&lt;br /&gt;To look you in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;To face your wrath, your apathy -&lt;br /&gt;Too terrified to try.&lt;br /&gt;Betraying and deceiving you,&lt;br /&gt;I surely had no right&lt;br /&gt;The time has come, it's long past due,&lt;br /&gt;To put aside my fear and i wonder;&lt;br /&gt;Would this confession torture you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could tell you how I really feel inside.&lt;br /&gt;That I'd be willing to take that chance&lt;br /&gt;To be more than just your friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know you sense this, as I do,&lt;br /&gt;but it's easier to pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Saying it would make it real&lt;br /&gt;and you'd run away and hide from me.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't want that to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Without you by my side today&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so slow&lt;br /&gt;I would miss your calls&lt;br /&gt;Our endless talks&lt;br /&gt;And the places we would go&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly walk a mile,&lt;br /&gt;if that would give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;to see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd call you my friend,&lt;br /&gt;but that's a lie.&lt;br /&gt;You mean more to me,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you are more precious to me&lt;br /&gt;than all of the world's gold,&lt;br /&gt;but I can't tell you that,&lt;br /&gt;how can I be that bold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I spoke what's on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;would you accept me?&lt;br /&gt;Because without you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be calm,&lt;br /&gt;while I feel absolutely lost.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be so bold,&lt;br /&gt;but what would its failure cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one faced with this choice?&lt;br /&gt;Be daring and risk losing you as a friend too?&lt;br /&gt;I can't risk that; I'd rather have that then lose everything.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not even bear to look at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I know my mistake&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughtless actions which i never could control,&lt;br /&gt;I know we cannot take it back&lt;br /&gt;As much as we would like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself, "What am I going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;My head tells me to let go&lt;br /&gt;But my heart says, "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;People always say,  love never lasts"&lt;br /&gt;They also tell me "Don't worry, your day will come&lt;br /&gt;Your days of loss will quickly pass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my day that I will see what I want and who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Where is my next love who will teach me&lt;br /&gt;what it's like to tell the truth again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trapped in a cage that has no key&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold me&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you'd let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This yearning in my heart&lt;br /&gt;This confusion in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I watch pass by&lt;br /&gt;With an emptiness in my life&lt;br /&gt;And a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where only you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If time is what you need,&lt;br /&gt;Then I guess that's what you'll get&lt;br /&gt;But I need you there for me soon,&lt;br /&gt;Be it as my friend or more,&lt;br /&gt;And i hope you will forgive if i have sinned by loving you,&lt;br /&gt;Just don't run away and hide from me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that to happen&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to lose your friendship&lt;br /&gt;But i am confused i don't know what to do?&lt;br /&gt;So i ask you my friend to guide me and tell me&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are the angel i know who will always guide me&lt;br /&gt;whether i am right or wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18966174-113200127006665418?l=neilsword.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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