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	<title>Comments on: Mishmash of Thoughts</title>
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		<title>By: brennanhm</title>
		<link>http://childoftheuniverse.wordpress.com/2008/04/27/mishmash-of-thoughts/#comment-155</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 15:13:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went through a &quot;stage&quot; similar to what your describing in this blog post... and around the same time too... right before graduation. I think that, no matter how bad it seems at the moment, you need to realize that the future will be entirely different. You will meet new people and try new things all of which will boost your self-esteem. Chin up, things will get better. You&#039;ll look back at this blog posting in 10 years and be like... wow I was a good writer when I was young.. AND things are totally different now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went through a &#8220;stage&#8221; similar to what your describing in this blog post&#8230; and around the same time too&#8230; right before graduation. I think that, no matter how bad it seems at the moment, you need to realize that the future will be entirely different. You will meet new people and try new things all of which will boost your self-esteem. Chin up, things will get better. You&#8217;ll look back at this blog posting in 10 years and be like&#8230; wow I was a good writer when I was young.. AND things are totally different now.</p>
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		<title>By: Denise</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denise</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 14:05:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Okay. I may be an English major, but I cannot, for the life of me, analyze poems. Help me out, please?...=p</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay. I may be an English major, but I cannot, for the life of me, analyze poems. Help me out, please?&#8230;=p</p>
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		<title>By: Claudia</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 13:55:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>From childhood&#039;s hour I have not been
        As others were; I have not seen
        As others saw; I could not bring
        My passions from a common spring.
        From the same source I have not taken
        My sorrow; I could not awaken
        My heart to joy at the same tone;
        And all I loved, I loved alone.
        Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
        Of a most stormy life- was drawn
        From every depth of good and ill
        The mystery which binds me still:
        From the torrent, or the fountain,
        From the red cliff of the mountain,
        From the sun that round me rolled
        In its autumn tint of gold,
        From the lightning in the sky
        As it passed me flying by,
        From the thunder and the storm,
        And the cloud that took the form
        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
        Of a demon in my view.
- e.A. Poe</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From childhood&#8217;s hour I have not been<br />
        As others were; I have not seen<br />
        As others saw; I could not bring<br />
        My passions from a common spring.<br />
        From the same source I have not taken<br />
        My sorrow; I could not awaken<br />
        My heart to joy at the same tone;<br />
        And all I loved, I loved alone.<br />
        Then- in my childhood, in the dawn<br />
        Of a most stormy life- was drawn<br />
        From every depth of good and ill<br />
        The mystery which binds me still:<br />
        From the torrent, or the fountain,<br />
        From the red cliff of the mountain,<br />
        From the sun that round me rolled<br />
        In its autumn tint of gold,<br />
        From the lightning in the sky<br />
        As it passed me flying by,<br />
        From the thunder and the storm,<br />
        And the cloud that took the form<br />
        (When the rest of Heaven was blue)<br />
        Of a demon in my view.<br />
- e.A. Poe</p>
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