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  <title>My Life</title>
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    <title>MEANING OF LIFE</title>
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    <content type="html">MEANING OF LIFE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                something in this life teaches you how to love and hate.............how to control your anger,and become happy beyond your wildest dreams..............makes you see wrong from right...........tears you from your fears and places you into a fantasy land....................makes you believe anything you feel can become real............and it happen, but there is one thing that life doesnt capture a meaning for...................and that is life itself.&lt;br /&gt; Is there really a meaning for life? or is it trivial? maybe its such that it becomes virtue to those who define it........but what does it become for those who dont think of defining life as a wonder of the world?maybe an empty thought? a  mild thought of the average person? or maybe its just a "thing" that never gets thought of. regardless of the results of any of these questions, there is one thing that is certain, Life is left behind when one other virtue or life's lesson comes into play. Life loses all meaning when these virtues/life's lessons are lost. everything loses its taste, smells become unnoticed, the beauty of sights that were thought of as "breath taking" are now unseen to the naked eye. For those that are looking for the "meanng of life" look no further,i believe that you are the meaning of life........you are filled with it, you breath, eat, drink, absorb energy, require energy. you are life.</content>
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    <title>issa_husband @ 2006-04-27T19:08:00</title>
    <published>2006-04-27T23:28:40Z</published>
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    <content type="html">You kiss me hello, you kiss me goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;                       you kiss me good morning, you kiss me&lt;br /&gt;                       and smile, and dont know why, you wink&lt;br /&gt;                       at me when we hold eachother, and never&lt;br /&gt;                       let go, our skin touches softly, as we &lt;br /&gt;                       make love, i ask if you will ever leave &lt;br /&gt;                       me and you say no, we sit and kiss, and &lt;br /&gt;                       hold eachother close, you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;                       so quiet and warm, i watch as you sleep, &lt;br /&gt;                       that is when i love you the most, &lt;br /&gt;                       Sometimes you smile, other times you laugh, &lt;br /&gt;                       you look so damn cute when you nuzzle my lap,&lt;br /&gt;                       you grasp my arm when something scares you,&lt;br /&gt;                       and you let go when i sing a line or two, &lt;br /&gt;                       to know that you are safe, even in your sleep.</content>
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