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  <pubDate>Sun, 20 Nov 2005 04:26:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>i&apos;ve been thinking about all the things i&apos;ve never told anybody, and how shit it makes me feel... so please, comment on this(anonymous, whatever) and just tell your secret. i did it a while ago and it made me feel heaps better.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;one secret per comment.</description>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;She laughed when there was no joke. She danced when there was no music.&lt;br /&gt;She had no friends, yet she was the friendliest person in school.&lt;br /&gt;In her answers in class, she often spoke of sea horses and stars, but she did not know what a football was.&lt;br /&gt;She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. We did not know what to make of her. In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts; one comment is all it takes &amp;hearts;&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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