<?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-6388904347459970283</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:08:01.394-07:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='HAPPINESS'/><category term='Depression'/><category term='etc.'/><title type='text'>My R@nDoM St@t3$ of B3iN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-6352958317067857173</id><published>2008-09-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:33:11.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY BOI (IT IS A POEM NOW IT IS A SONG COMING OUT IN JANUARY 09)</title><content type='html'>You are ova there talkin bout  u want to be with me but you r ova there with here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ova there talkin bout I am the reason why u cant even sleep a night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..... I think that you are just a bunch of BULL !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ova there talkin bout  I should stay the rest of the night witcha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should not depend on these dudes out here ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should b ur MAIN SQUEEZE !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT BOI I KNO  U ACTIN LIK U OWN ME ND CONTROL ME !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should B ur Everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should not get MAD if ur CREEPIN or FLIRTIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BOI U NEED 2 KNO DAT  U GOT ME C.H.O.P.P.E.D nd S.C.R.E.W.E.D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boi i hope that you kno dat u r just a play boi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thinkin dat if u get in these gurls minds out here .... u can anything dat u want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Boi i dont  kno Y u R tryin 2 play role &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IS IT 4 UR FRIENDS OR 4 A SHOW ( I AM NOT IMPRESSED)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-6352958317067857173?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/6352958317067857173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=6352958317067857173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/6352958317067857173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/6352958317067857173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/09/play-boi-it-is-poem-now-it-is-song.html' title='PLAY BOI (IT IS A POEM NOW IT IS A SONG COMING OUT IN JANUARY 09)'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-2135091190906345698</id><published>2008-02-21T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T14:02:27.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My article for my newspaper for school ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As you all would probobly know that this month is BHM or Black History Month. For my newspaper at my high school I am writing about how racial segregation, racial discrimination, racism, and something else I  had forgot to add, I talk about how these things are taking a toll in everyday life, what these terms mean, and I am trying to persuade an audience to pay close attention to these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I have to go  now this will be continued tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-2135091190906345698?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/2135091190906345698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=2135091190906345698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/2135091190906345698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/2135091190906345698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-article-for-my-newspaper-for-school.html' title='My article for my newspaper for school ...'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-3594656070746353599</id><published>2008-02-21T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:46:01.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Was A.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Usually I have a great day, but today it was just CRAZY for me. I had fell and hurt me need and then in the middle of the day my leg on the left side, the bone started to shift in out of place. Everybody heard a loud noise from where I fell, some teachers came to see what was the loudness was all about. The teachers later realize what that loud BANG was; that was me WHEN I HAD FELL. I wanted to cry, but I did not want act like a big baby and get teased by my fellow classmates&lt;strong&gt;(JUNIORS). &lt;/strong&gt;When it came to going to my classes, everybody was talking about how I fell; All I could do is laugh at falling. But the one thing I will not laugh about the &lt;strong&gt;WAY I HAD FELL AND WHAT IMPACT IT HAD ON ME AND THOSE WHO SAW&lt;/strong&gt; ---&gt; which some thought that it was funny and some asked me if I was &lt;strong&gt;OKAY&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-3594656070746353599?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/3594656070746353599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=3594656070746353599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/3594656070746353599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/3594656070746353599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-was.html' title='Today Was A.....'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-7011703023836639430</id><published>2008-02-01T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:06:20.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know why the world turns away from me</title><content type='html'>why does the world turn away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does no one want anything to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am different, is it because I am a type of person who likes making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because that I am a one band man when it comes to doing my schoolwork and homework by myself at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why the world turns away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world turn away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I want to make a difference in people and then the world.&lt;br /&gt;But before I do that I have to make the difference in myself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I can dance, act, or sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be myself, drop and  plop on people, with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I want to be different and not to try to intimate anyone else that is doing a CRAZE so i should cop their ORGINALITY, CLASS, and SYTLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the world turn away from me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that I dont why the whole world turn away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-7011703023836639430?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/7011703023836639430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=7011703023836639430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/7011703023836639430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/7011703023836639430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-world-turns-away-from-me.html' title='I dont know why the world turns away from me'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-9222174932125139790</id><published>2008-02-01T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:57:00.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPINESS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><title type='text'>February 14 ----&gt; Valentine's DAY</title><content type='html'>We know that February is the month of Groundhogs, people's Birthday's , and even the President's (WASHINGTON AND LINCOLN). February is also the month of Love and Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Valentine's Day---&gt; I think it is the worsest day of the year for me because I can never find a Valentine or Just I can not have a relationship with a boy that I really do like and likes me back.  Everytime I fall in love with a boy ---&gt; yeah i become really CLUMSY and can not help it ---&gt; it is just that they either what to sleep with me or they just want to mess with my friend, enemy, or a family member to make it ALL WORSE. Everytime I  fall in love with someone, they either are having or living a DOUBLED LIFE or they have issues that brings them back to a time in their life that makes them go crazy or makes them depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                               I can relate to these occasions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I was in the 8th grade, I use to go with this guy who treated me really well and never ever put me in harms way. He was a cool guy that you can tell anything to. He just had my back no matter what ---&gt; until FEBRUARY 14th. He told me that I was a girl who was really good 2 him  and said things that made people around me until he had said we needed to be friends. In front of him I did not want to cry and told I was cool with it all (KNOWN DAMN WELL I WAS FURIOUS). But he knew that I wanted to go on the rampage and kill him and go after her. I wanted to ask him "why did he do that to me", but I walked away. UNTIL, the next day I saw him kissing this girl named SHAQUANA...........OOOPSSSSS.......I did not want to put he out on the spot like that but I JUST DID ------&gt; OH WELL !!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yep! he was kissing her and I got really angry and upset with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, when I was going with &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MALIK&lt;/span&gt;,  I am still trying to figure out what I saw in him. But I am still trying to figure that out.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I WILL GET OVER IT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! But when he was messin with Shaquana ---&gt; I thought that to get back at my ex was to go with &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MALIK &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;SHAQUANA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MAD&lt;/span&gt; !!!!  Over that period of time i go to know MALIK for who he really  is over the time I was going with him -----&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO  I HAD DUMPED HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, when it comes to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TED&lt;/span&gt; he is a good guy for me. He really does care about me and I care about him. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; sometimes I think we could &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER REALLY BE !!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Because we live in different areas or sections of the city (NORTH PHILLY FOR ME AND WEST PHILLY FOR HIM). Also it is a hard time trying to go over each other houses and hook up to go out to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everytime I go into the VALENTINE'S DAY  TRADITION and the day itself itself just makes me go really CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EVERYTIME I FALL IN LOVE WITH SOME 1, It is just a waste of TIME for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know other people can relate to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-9222174932125139790?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/9222174932125139790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=9222174932125139790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/9222174932125139790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/9222174932125139790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-14-valentines-day.html' title='February 14 ----&gt; Valentine&apos;s DAY'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-8624996072531182800</id><published>2008-01-25T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:54:18.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a BAD DAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>today,  January 25, 2008, A Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a good day until I got home.  My neck started hurting after I was taking my mid-terms for the first and second semester of the September - January school year. But the messed up part is that when I got on the Subway at Race and Vine with my friend Jasmine my thoat started closing up one me and my head started to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing I am worried about is passing the mid-terms. I think that these pains everywhere on my body is from studying for the mid-terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-8624996072531182800?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/8624996072531182800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=8624996072531182800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/8624996072531182800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/8624996072531182800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-bad-day.html' title='Today was a BAD DAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388904347459970283.post-4418551184253897940</id><published>2008-01-24T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:16:53.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One I can call my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The one I can &lt;/span&gt;call my own ... who can he be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can he be my best friend since I have known since the first time we had cross bridges together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can he be the boy I have grown up with in Elementary School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe he is the boy next door or around the corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I can call my own is the first statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont even just say his name (YOU ALL PROBABLY KNOW HIM).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes I wonder does he even know that I have feelings for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see his face and say his hame I start to blush, but everybody just wants me to hush and keep that lovey dovey stuff to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime I keep stuff inside that deals with LOVE to myself, The feelings that are in a bottle that resembles my heart overruns and I just start to explode and tell that MAN how I really feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you tell someone that you like them or even LOVE them, you just dont know if they like or LOVE you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I can call my own ... I hope that he reads this and have second thoughts about Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he understands how I really feel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388904347459970283-4418551184253897940?l=myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/feeds/4418551184253897940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388904347459970283&amp;postID=4418551184253897940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/4418551184253897940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388904347459970283/posts/default/4418551184253897940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrndomstt3ofb3in.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-i-can-call-my-own.html' title='The One I can call my own'/><author><name>Bk3llY_09FiN3$t</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243565689637837075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-oSIlP02F7U/R6t8Jm2dgHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4j_wpeY0XXc/S220/n1471500142_5313.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
