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	<description>Darkness. Passion. Seduction.</description>
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		<title>Journal (retro): 3/16/08</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 11:49:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I heard this song a few times before on the radio, and how it made me feel this morning was no different: I found it impactful, meaningful, and straight from the heart. This is one of those songs that makes me step outside of the norm of what I typically listen to, and makes me <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2009/05/18/journal-retro-31608/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Journal (retro): 3/20/08</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 02:56:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Dust In The Wind,&#8221; by Kansas, is a song I find myself attracted to at times when I find myself depressed with misery tossed into the mix. A heart bleeder to be sure, or at the very least, another song that would cause most people to stop, ponder, and reflect. Life is very fragile, and <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2009/05/14/journal-retro-32008/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Journal Entry &#8211; Deconstruct; Rebuilt</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 08:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The deconstruction of a life to rebuild a new one is a tedious task, but I&#8217;m hell bent on starting it. I look around me: old furniture, old nick-knacks, old items that once held a memory, or perhaps captured a memory now laid to rest. Regardless of how it entered my life, I now find <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/10/22/deconstruct-rebuilt/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Definition of: &#8220;dooced&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:39:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve learned a new word today. There are variants for the definition of this word, but the one I included below made me *LOL* Seriously?! I mean, what the fuck society?!?!! We permit this to happen to others? The repercussions and devastation this can have upon someone is enormous and tragic. Honestly? It&#8217;s all bullshit, <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/07/31/definition-of-dooced/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>An Epiphany On Relationships</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/06/05/an-epiphany-on-relationships/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:42:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[During a phone conversation with an old high school friend (years ago now; heh), it dipped in and out of the general talk, and then a good deal of it focused in on personal relationships. Now, as I was attempting to decipher why her male companion was acting the way he was (she recently told <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/06/05/an-epiphany-on-relationships/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Boredom; The Splendor &#8211; Of It All.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 06:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are times when locked in deep thought that I wonder why bother: why bother with working, growing, learning, aging&#8230;living? Anything and everything &#8211; why any of it? What&#8217;s the point? It is all disassembled in the end. Everything done is undone, and even dust is reduced into particle nothingness. But, then I look around. <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/05/17/the-boredom-the-splendor-of-it-all/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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