<?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-10911631</id><updated>2011-09-01T07:24:54.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>++breakdown ::</title><subtitle type='html'>never pretend to be someone ur not :: be yourself</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111526972044168789</id><published>2005-05-05T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T23:08:40.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In between. &amp; the beginning.</title><content type='html'>The in between I thought I once lived&lt;br /&gt;A glare of fate that washed away&lt;br /&gt;Everyday lived something different&lt;br /&gt;The image of what I used to see&lt;br /&gt;yet the pattern in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to end&lt;br /&gt;Rarely stops&lt;br /&gt;And yet I lie there&lt;br /&gt;Buried in my misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream or faded reality&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in this light&lt;br /&gt;And unable to see&lt;br /&gt;With the pain in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;These words burn my night&lt;br /&gt;Yet I try to believe&lt;br /&gt;Yet I try to breakdown and cry&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night I stand&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, there is no end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111526972044168789?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111526972044168789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111526972044168789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111526972044168789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111526972044168789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-between-beginning_05.html' title='In between. &amp; the beginning.'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111482340552926329</id><published>2005-04-29T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:10:27.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my guardian angel</title><content type='html'>finding it hard to breathe&lt;br /&gt;the touch of your skin&lt;br /&gt;washes over my pain&lt;br /&gt;like floating on memories&lt;br /&gt;living on what i can&lt;br /&gt;just looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;sends me back in time&lt;br /&gt;its as if time stopped&lt;br /&gt;and there an angel stood&lt;br /&gt;watching over me&lt;br /&gt;while i fall in love&lt;br /&gt;all over again; with you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111482340552926329?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111482340552926329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111482340552926329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111482340552926329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111482340552926329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-guardian-angel.html' title='my guardian angel'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111336535782285327</id><published>2005-04-13T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:09:39.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the whisper of blue</title><content type='html'>dreary crawls into my window at night&lt;br /&gt;like an unwinding problem&lt;br /&gt;like an unplanned fight&lt;br /&gt;reaching into my dream has my eyes close&lt;br /&gt;releasing a hint of green envy&lt;br /&gt;releasing a smile needed most&lt;br /&gt;yet i awake in the mist of morning&lt;br /&gt;letting go of the truth&lt;br /&gt;letting of the happiness&lt;br /&gt;i wake not caring whether i'm alive&lt;br /&gt;because . .&lt;br /&gt;in my dream i don't wake up&lt;br /&gt;in my dream i don't feel a thing&lt;br /&gt;in my dream its a whisper of reality&lt;br /&gt;in my dream its a whisper of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;its a whisper of me . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: &lt;/strong&gt;I write this during my break from studying . . I'll leave you with this "Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can." from -- Life of Pi by Yann Martel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111336535782285327?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111336535782285327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111336535782285327' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111336535782285327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111336535782285327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/04/whisper-of-blue.html' title='the whisper of blue'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111224899317379161</id><published>2005-03-31T03:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:10:01.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>never thought it was going to be you</title><content type='html'>Morning starts out&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;But I've never seen time crawl on by&lt;br /&gt;I see you everyday with that smile&lt;br /&gt;Its as if there's something there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my doubts play in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Jus tare fading away&lt;br /&gt;The more I get to know you,&lt;br /&gt;It was like a barrier, that broke for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;The words you speak to me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple words I hear&lt;br /&gt;And I cant figure it out&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Is it the way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;The intensity behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never thought it was going to be you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how,&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop myself from loving you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111224899317379161?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111224899317379161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111224899317379161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111224899317379161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111224899317379161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/never-thought-it-was-going-to-be-you.html' title='never thought it was going to be you'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111180116602656288</id><published>2005-03-25T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:10:41.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your presence kills me</title><content type='html'>crowded in a room of a whisper&lt;br /&gt;waking up to see&lt;br /&gt;footsteps rewind back to that day&lt;br /&gt;those words revive as i see your face&lt;br /&gt;emotions fade as you disappear&lt;br /&gt;your presence still kills me&lt;br /&gt;why do you have to stay&lt;br /&gt;burning a tear of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;lies follow me like a hidden chase&lt;br /&gt;sinking and not a word you can say&lt;br /&gt;your friendship i once could believe&lt;br /&gt;thought of trust i now fear&lt;br /&gt;walking back as i trace&lt;br /&gt;memories broken like glass&lt;br /&gt;feels like im repeating the past&lt;br /&gt;when i thought it was over&lt;br /&gt;its like torture in here&lt;br /&gt;i still remember your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;pretending to feel okay&lt;br /&gt;a shadow of a girl will pray&lt;br /&gt;forgetting you&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels too true&lt;br /&gt;because your presence still kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: You think something is over but it comes back and haunts you like a ghost of your past, as if you have done something wrong when really its just a memory that was never meant to be. This is dedicated to you. And you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111180116602656288?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111180116602656288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111180116602656288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111180116602656288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111180116602656288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/your-presence-kills-me.html' title='your presence kills me'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111128152690580589</id><published>2005-03-19T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:10:55.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>unexplainable feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile brightens my day&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be described&lt;br /&gt;When you say hi, my heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;When you wave, I float on air&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, its nice to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Friend, you have a nice smile&lt;br /&gt;Good friend, I miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;And did I tell you I love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I see you I fall for you again, I smile and walk on&lt;br /&gt;But I look back lingering&lt;br /&gt;For something more&lt;br /&gt;I know you're shy&lt;br /&gt;I know you are afraid to get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile brightens /my day&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be described&lt;br /&gt;You may see me as a friend, but I love you more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111128152690580589?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111128152690580589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111128152690580589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111128152690580589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111128152690580589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/unexplainable-feeling_19.html' title='unexplainable feeling.'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111086095401074435</id><published>2005-03-14T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:12:51.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no faith</title><content type='html'>Drowning in the fear&lt;br /&gt;The kind that you endear&lt;br /&gt;No words of any kind..&lt;br /&gt;that can change who i am&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm right (I'm right)&lt;br /&gt;That you are grasping onto someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares,&lt;br /&gt;Whats going through your mind&lt;br /&gt;Give in,&lt;br /&gt;On trying to understand your world&lt;br /&gt;Time wasted,&lt;br /&gt;Its a loss cause that is fading its relevance&lt;br /&gt;No faith,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to reach out //to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawling on the edge..&lt;br /&gt;You cant blame me now&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to fall&lt;br /&gt;Catch me&lt;br /&gt;Burn those memories, right now (right now)&lt;br /&gt;No more faith&lt;br /&gt;Coz now you are grasping onto someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No faith is my life&lt;br /&gt;I cant fight, your lies&lt;br /&gt;I cant drown, in your misery&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I cannot save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could&lt;br /&gt;Do the impossible (the impossible)&lt;br /&gt;I guess not (I guess not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drown in your own&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a part of this&lt;br /&gt;There's no eternal bluss&lt;br /&gt;You're like a curse&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Author's Note&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; This was inspired by a Dashboard Confessional song :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111086095401074435?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111086095401074435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111086095401074435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111086095401074435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111086095401074435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-faith.html' title='no faith'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-111023896153359171</id><published>2005-03-09T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:12:26.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the light from the sun,&lt;br /&gt;It ain't bright as it used to be&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this means,&lt;br /&gt;But words are never what they seem&lt;br /&gt;Baby the darkness from the rain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems more comforting in pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing in the middle of time,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking for a boy with some rhyme&lt;br /&gt;That I could call mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the sunshine baby&lt;br /&gt;Coz I ain't gonna wait all night&lt;br /&gt;Show me and treat me like a lady&lt;br /&gt;But I don't expect to always be right&lt;br /&gt;Boy, will you love me..&lt;br /&gt;Boy, will you be with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me find that boy?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a boy who is alright&lt;br /&gt;Is there a boy who is loves me with all their might&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I want...&lt;br /&gt;That smile I cant get out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes that shine like no other kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh...&lt;br /&gt;There may not be a boy like you&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be honest and true&lt;br /&gt;I'll settle for someone just sweet&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me so weak..&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh... yeah&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be true..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm running toward&lt;br /&gt;But I know that there's so more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-111023896153359171?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/111023896153359171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=111023896153359171' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111023896153359171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/111023896153359171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/03/you.html' title='you.'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-110939260683617577</id><published>2005-02-25T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:12:08.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>faith</title><content type='html'>Even when I am alone&lt;br /&gt;I think back to the endless nights on the phone&lt;br /&gt;When time paused and we reminised&lt;br /&gt;All the love and simple bliss&lt;br /&gt;You brought into my life&lt;br /&gt;Also with conflicting strifes&lt;br /&gt;Never would I have thought to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;But I guess some things are just that true&lt;br /&gt;No reason why&lt;br /&gt;Endless nights of where I used to cry&lt;br /&gt;In my memory&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I want to believe&lt;br /&gt;That one day my heart will see&lt;br /&gt;Me for you and you for me&lt;br /&gt;But never thought I would be this jaded&lt;br /&gt;Fate like this is defined to be overrated&lt;br /&gt;If only I could erase&lt;br /&gt;But its embedded into my mind in this case&lt;br /&gt;Love like this is a race&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be lost; it cannot be replaced&lt;br /&gt;It can only be remembered&lt;br /&gt;And with this, all is left is faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-110939260683617577?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110939260683617577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=110939260683617577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110939260683617577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110939260683617577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/faith.html' title='faith'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-110913465941299242</id><published>2005-02-22T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:11:54.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cuts of frustration</title><content type='html'>I know a lot my writings, are related to love in some way but these lyrics in particular is about abusive love. When one loves another, and when it gets bad the girl does not realize it and continues to be battered by this. The point I am trying to make is, people say love is worth it in the end or that whatever happens in between will make the relationship stronger. But when it comes to abuse, it is completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your name comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;Its the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;That takes me back&lt;br /&gt;To the way it used to be..&lt;br /&gt;To the time when love was all I could see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed you&lt;br /&gt;And you believed me&lt;br /&gt;I was in pain&lt;br /&gt;I went insane&lt;br /&gt;From your words of admiration&lt;br /&gt;Brought me cuts of frustration&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew they were lies&lt;br /&gt;So I wouldn't hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;If I could rewind&lt;br /&gt;Turn back time&lt;br /&gt;You know what, nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a vision in my mind&lt;br /&gt;It turned bad, it was not too kind&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd be lying if I didn't tell you straight&lt;br /&gt;That what I felt for you, was fate&lt;br /&gt;You were no perfect soulmate&lt;br /&gt;And yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind..&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;All the memories in my mind play&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-110913465941299242?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110913465941299242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=110913465941299242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110913465941299242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110913465941299242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/cuts-of-frustration.html' title='cuts of frustration'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-110879324466888658</id><published>2005-02-19T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:11:33.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered lies</title><content type='html'>--I had this thought that was placed in my mind and I felt as if I needed to express it in some way so here's a song I wrote, its kind of in the works but its really expresses what I'm feeling.. To me its about loving or caring about someone who you thought cared about you in the same way but really in the end it was all a LIE. (Comments and/or suggestions" are appreciated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your words I call lies&lt;br /&gt;I thought you understood&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;This was all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS::&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;Oh Tell me&lt;br /&gt;The honesty and truth&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me&lt;br /&gt;I was shattered by all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Because I just don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey boy, I thought you were the one&lt;br /&gt;That I loved so much&lt;br /&gt;I told you so and you said it too&lt;br /&gt;What a lie I've been living&lt;br /&gt;To think you loved me too&lt;br /&gt;And now, all I feel is you&lt;br /&gt;We're shattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words; filled with pity&lt;br /&gt;Your face; filled with remorse&lt;br /&gt;Your tears; drowning in lies&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say&lt;br /&gt;But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care..&lt;br /&gt;No I don't..&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore..&lt;br /&gt;No I don't..&lt;br /&gt;Not about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-110879324466888658?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110879324466888658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=110879324466888658' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110879324466888658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110879324466888658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/shattered-lies.html' title='shattered lies'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-110877005728585388</id><published>2005-02-18T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:03:12.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take a step back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fallen;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into the emptiness of a dream&lt;br /&gt;Faded memories are not what I recall&lt;br /&gt;I take a step back and fall&lt;br /&gt;Into the lines that are slowly being torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Into the pain that is seeping into my heart&lt;br /&gt;Can I call this a web of what used to be&lt;br /&gt;Can I remember what is right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot lie to myself&lt;br /&gt;Because I do not remember anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;"God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, and wisdom always to tell the difference." &lt;strong&gt;Slaughter-House-Five &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-110877005728585388?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110877005728585388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=110877005728585388' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110877005728585388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110877005728585388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/2005/02/take-step-back.html' title='take a step back.'/><author><name>memorie of me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446333210903849374</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img107.echo.cx/img107/2332/ohsopretty2bh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10911631.post-110869671449261136</id><published>2005-02-17T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T17:42:53.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed up emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Walk away;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days flow right on by&lt;br /&gt;Memories and emotions seem to cry&lt;br /&gt;A mist of disappointment&lt;br /&gt;Cannot bear a commitment&lt;br /&gt;A light of what I never knew&lt;br /&gt;I wish for a star, I wish for you&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes, burned with pain&lt;br /&gt;In the end its all the same&lt;br /&gt;Drowning, and yet I have nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;But simply, walk away&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking away my life, staring at space&lt;br /&gt;There was something about you, that made my heart race&lt;br /&gt;The way you made me feel&lt;br /&gt;And the times you had to deal&lt;br /&gt;With me and all my drama&lt;br /&gt;Your patience was my stamina&lt;br /&gt;And yet I never thought of you as more than a friend&lt;br /&gt;It changed one day and now I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;For the smiles you bring to my face&lt;br /&gt;Is something I could never replace&lt;br /&gt;The little things you say to me&lt;br /&gt;Makes me realize, makes me see&lt;br /&gt;Something I never believed in before&lt;br /&gt;But now I ask for nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10911631-110869671449261136?l=misscinnsoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misscinnsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/110869671449261136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10911631&amp;postID=110869671449261136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110869671449261136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10911631/posts/default/110869671449261136'/><link 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