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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1507881</link>
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&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;i finally relized, your only doing this to get me in your trap again. im not gonna fall for it. i dont like you, i dont want you. dont try to hold me anymore. dont try to call me anymore. i get it you still like me, well im over you. you've lied to me, and broke my heart . and you expect me to get my heart broken for a fifth time? wlel im not gonna fall for you again. got it? good.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font size="4" color="#ff00ff"&gt;&amp;lt;/3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Tue, 04 Aug 2009 02:42:00 -0400</pubDate>
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my opnion on what love is. 
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1110611</link>
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&lt;p&gt;love if where you cant sleep at night, and you cant stop thinking about that person when laying there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;love is where you eat less, sleep less, and cry more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you can feel you're heart and pulse beating faster when you're with that person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You'll stay up all night waiting for a phoen call or text from that person, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and prank call the person just to hear him sya "hello". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you'll never think of breaking that person heart, and when there hurting, you'll be the one taking care of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you'll ditch your friends, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and sacrafice anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you know when your in love when you can feel your heart beat when you think or you're near him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats my &lt;em&gt;opnion. &lt;/em&gt;&amp;lt;3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 23:35:00 -0400</pubDate>
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i miss. 
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/1110592</link>
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&lt;p&gt;i guess this is it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we're over and done with. but you know what? i fucking miss you. i miss you're hugs, and kisses. i miss our friendship. thats over too. why? i dont know. but im guess im sorry, for something i didnt do. i willing to take the blame just to get your friendship back. i'll always love you. and i really reaaly miss teh way i felt in your arms when you huged me, or how you put you're arm around me. my head fit perfectly in your sholder, and your head on my head. i miss you. i wish i just can get things back on track. or just give me one hug one last good bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but that is'nt gonna&amp;#160;happen, is it?&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Mon, 01 Jun 2009 23:26:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/895790</link>
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&lt;p&gt;my life has taking a unexpected turn. It's turing into a big shit ful of fun, and excitement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;god stoped the game he was playing with my life. and i think he has 100% faith in me now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp;iloveit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 23:01:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/845379</link>
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&lt;p&gt;It's hard to say if i have &lt;strong&gt;faith &lt;/strong&gt;in god anymore. he puts me in these situations where i can't get out. I pray, and nothing. I don't know if he listens, or watches me in my act. i feel traped in this world. i dont know if he does all this for a reason. i wish i can just alk to him. i need to get&amp;#160; &lt;strong&gt;faith&lt;/strong&gt; and i need to trust him. i've been in so much bullshit. and he always makes break throughs for each person in their life. well i need a sloution. i need a break through. i need something. Expecially &lt;strong&gt;faith. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w202/pnkgurl31/54545454.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some people say i'm on the road to no where. &lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;/3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;maybe thats where i need to be.&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:31:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/845345</link>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:29:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/845326</link>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Bless the broken road, that let me straight to you" -Rascal Flatts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;When i found you, i felt protected. i felt happy and you can make me laugh. What happen to the nice guy that i met ealier? Or is it just me blowing this out of porportion? Tell me . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:17:00 -0400</pubDate>
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/845305</link>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w202/pnkgurl31/quote-3.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;you're 200% happy and excited.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:14:00 -0400</pubDate>
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my mood; 
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				<link>http://maureenbustamante.webs.com/apps/blog/show/845290</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Is scared, happy, lonley, excited, coragous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i dont know why i'm feeling them. &amp;lt;/3 ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:13:00 -0400</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i177.photobucket.com/albums/w202/pnkgurl31/happiness.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is here. &amp;lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				<pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 00:09:00 -0400</pubDate>
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