﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Prelude_to_his_death's Xanga</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from Prelude_to_his_death</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, September 20, 2006</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/530882097/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/530882097/item.html</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2006 13:33:12 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&lt;A href="http://photo.xanga.com/Prelude_To_His_Death/02aa878779390/photo.html" target=_blank&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN style="WIDTH: 0px"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Wow, it's been a year &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 5 days since I've written in this thing, it seems like not that long ago that all of these memories had occured&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Xanga was "The cool thing" way back when, now it's all so..not.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;It's such a faint memory, having all these different xanga names, all of these memories written on them, all the drama, deleting different ones because I was pissed off or there was too many sad memories.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;I remember all of those memories, ones in which, I took off this site, or had on another xanga, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; deleted that xanga site.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;I wish everything was the way it was before, I wish I still had the same friendships &amp;amp;&amp;amp; relationships with those certain people, who are now so distant &amp;amp;&amp;amp; have drifted away in my life.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Although, the present isn't that bad, it still was just, memorable, there are so many people I've either lost, don't speak with anymore, don't have ways to really get in touch with, see, or as much as just chill with old friends like I used to.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Skateaway was my first ever hangout spot, I made so many friends there, met my first best friend there, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; met my first love there, after a while it took it's toll on me as drama city.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;The we come upon Colonial Sports Dances, my 2nd hangout spot, that has just...unspeakable amounts of memories.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;Now though, times have changed, people have changed, dramatically, it's a part of life, there is nothing I can do to change it, as mch as I'd like to change some things, I can't.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;I've come a long way myself, in a good way, I look back at things I said, girls I was with &amp;amp;&amp;amp; what I said &amp;amp;&amp;amp; did with them, friends I had who I thought were friends, but weren't, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I just feel like...wtf was wrong with me, seriously.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;That's all for now...so many memories flashed through my mind, good &amp;amp;&amp;amp; bad.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial Narrow"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/530882097/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, September 15, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/348549773/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/348549773/item.html</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 23:29:42 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;New xanga homos...&lt;/P&gt;
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&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/348549773/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, August 23, 2005</title><link>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/333137617/item.html</link><guid>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/333137617/item.html</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 20:42:49 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here's a poem I wrote,and I may enter this one into a contest, not sure yet.......&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;I lie crying for hours, just thinking of that one true person that I could stand in a field full of flowers, as she run through me I weep knowing she isn't there anymore, she was my one and only cure, I fell for her instantly with a passion, true to the end I thought, she let go, and I grabbed onto her as my pain and love for her started to grow, she lay a broken mess, as I wasn't letting her be broken, I was determined to fix her, to love her and make her so pure, my heart was given to her with intent that she would keep it, to then which I found she would quit, but I wasn't allowing that, for I was not letting love be once again flat, I run to you with hope that you will hold me and cry with me, but you seem to have forgotten my feelings for you and you have set them free, but I am out grasping for them, because that is something that I won't let go of, I want you to love me, I want you to hold me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to hug me, I want you to hold onto me and never let go, I want to be with you until we go to our graves, babe there is nothing more to say, I want to love, I want to be with someone I love, you were never listening to the things that mattered the most, you were always there as a ghost, you were so blind to see how much I longed for you, open your eyes and see for yourself what you are to me, why do you reject the one person who loves you, its so true, why don't you see, you are everything to me, you say we can never be, and I say give me the chance and you'll see&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://www.xanga.com/Prelude_to_his_death/333137617/item.html#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>