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	<title>Comments on: Like There&#8217;s A Guy With A Knife On My Lawn</title>
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		<title>By: leah</title>
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		<dc:creator>leah</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i think i am in love with this post and i want to print it out and put it underneath my pillow at night knowing that there is someone in the world that can put words to my &quot;crazy&quot;.

this is nothing short of genuis:

&quot;There is a wolf at my door, barbarians at my gates, monsters under my bed, and I keep every aspect of myself reigned in like children I’m trying to defend against an angry father.&quot;

and this too:

&quot;I’ve made the stories too simple. I’ve distilled out the parts that speak to my own power, strength, and wisdom and allowed the people who caused the hurt to be larger than life. The people who caused me to doubt myself and my abilities and my worthiness are all still standing around on my lawn brandishing knives.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i think i am in love with this post and i want to print it out and put it underneath my pillow at night knowing that there is someone in the world that can put words to my &#8220;crazy&#8221;.</p>
<p>this is nothing short of genuis:</p>
<p>&#8220;There is a wolf at my door, barbarians at my gates, monsters under my bed, and I keep every aspect of myself reigned in like children I’m trying to defend against an angry father.&#8221;</p>
<p>and this too:</p>
<p>&#8220;I’ve made the stories too simple. I’ve distilled out the parts that speak to my own power, strength, and wisdom and allowed the people who caused the hurt to be larger than life. The people who caused me to doubt myself and my abilities and my worthiness are all still standing around on my lawn brandishing knives.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Angelina</title>
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		<dc:creator>Angelina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 18:01:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>If I didn&#039;t know you lived in Canada I could have sworn you were talking about the first apartment building that Philip and I lived in.  Instead of a guy with a knife on the lawn we had a carjacker with an automatic.

What an eloquent post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I didn&#8217;t know you lived in Canada I could have sworn you were talking about the first apartment building that Philip and I lived in.  Instead of a guy with a knife on the lawn we had a carjacker with an automatic.</p>
<p>What an eloquent post.</p>
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