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	<title>Romantic Torment &#187; 2008</title>
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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>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2009/05/14/journal-retro-32008/</link>
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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>The Hopelessly Romantic Poet</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/writing/2009/04/27/the-hopelessly-romantic-poet/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 19:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What is my romantic torment? It is the wine that has lost its flavor. It is the food that nourishes me not. It is the feeling of being completely and utterly alone even amidst a crowd of companions. It is each dull and lifeless day that passes, uneventful and unchanged, without her &#8211; my true <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/writing/2009/04/27/the-hopelessly-romantic-poet/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Perfect Lie</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2009/04/25/the-perfect-lie/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:23:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Prefect Lie Author: G.C.M. (aka Romantic Torment) 11/22/08 It&#8217;s just the same, as it was before my mind slips into another conundrum and it&#8217;s getting harder and harder to breath. I can&#8217;t seem to help it anymore, I can&#8217;t seem to control myself. These demented thoughts rape my will to live. Progression abounds around <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2009/04/25/the-perfect-lie/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>Journal Entry &#8211; Deconstruct; Rebuilt</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/10/22/deconstruct-rebuilt/</link>
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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>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/07/31/definition-of-dooced/</link>
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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>Set Me Free</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2008/06/19/set-me-free/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 02:45:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Final Version: Undecided Edited: No &#124; Original Copy: Yes Broken fragments of my broken dreams lie scattered across the floor I’m forced to walk barefoot across. Yet, I&#8217;m numb to the obvious pain. I remain caught in the undertow of idolizing my failures with such precision and fascination that even a masochist would avoid; yet <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2008/06/19/set-me-free/'>[...]</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>My Romantic Torment</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2008/05/26/my-romantic-torment/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 May 2008 03:37:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[All my broken dreams come back to haunt me. I am forced to face the reality of who I am inside. And I hate what I have become, but I cannot undo the past. It molded me into this beast, and I cannot apologize for that. The Fates weave their tangled webs, and lay our <a href='http://www.romantictorment.com/poetry/2008/05/26/my-romantic-torment/'>[...]</a>]]></description>
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		<title>The Boredom; The Splendor &#8211; Of It All.</title>
		<link>http://www.romantictorment.com/journal/2008/05/17/the-boredom-the-splendor-of-it-all/</link>
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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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