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	<title>Comments on: &#8230;when there&#8217;s nothing left.</title>
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	<description>denial never spoke so loud</description>
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		<title>By: Yuki</title>
		<link>http://heart-strutter.org/2007/03/07/157/when-theres-nothing-left/comment-page-1/#comment-1006</link>
		<dc:creator>Yuki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 07:26:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi there, even though I may not now you in real life, I stumbled across your blog one day, and ever since I have admired your talents in web-design/graphics as well as your writing, your&#039;e blessed with gifted talents only you have. You even inspired me to create my own blog. I read your recent entry, and Im truly sorry about your incident that occured today. May all your wishes and goals come true and may happiness fill your life and heart with joy. I sympathize for you, because I know what it feels to be invisible to people you most care about when it is an important event for you. I hope you will cheer-up and maybe we can become blog buddies one day. ::Bakes you a Cake&quot; I just want to say, &quot;Happy 18th Birthday!&quot;   :heart:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi there, even though I may not now you in real life, I stumbled across your blog one day, and ever since I have admired your talents in web-design/graphics as well as your writing, your&#8217;e blessed with gifted talents only you have. You even inspired me to create my own blog. I read your recent entry, and Im truly sorry about your incident that occured today. May all your wishes and goals come true and may happiness fill your life and heart with joy. I sympathize for you, because I know what it feels to be invisible to people you most care about when it is an important event for you. I hope you will cheer-up and maybe we can become blog buddies one day. ::Bakes you a Cake&#8221; I just want to say, &#8220;Happy 18th Birthday!&#8221;   :heart:</p>
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		<title>By: Jon</title>
		<link>http://heart-strutter.org/2007/03/07/157/when-theres-nothing-left/comment-page-1/#comment-1004</link>
		<dc:creator>Jon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 05:53:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>woah, this really reminds me my recent birthdays, although mine are small by choice.

but if you&#039;re thinking of killing yourself, forget that, you&#039;re still young and have a lot of living left to do. 10-15 years from now and things still suck, be my guest.

but yeah, i&#039;ll be there for you as much as i can considering we will most likely never meet and such.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>woah, this really reminds me my recent birthdays, although mine are small by choice.</p>
<p>but if you&#8217;re thinking of killing yourself, forget that, you&#8217;re still young and have a lot of living left to do. 10-15 years from now and things still suck, be my guest.</p>
<p>but yeah, i&#8217;ll be there for you as much as i can considering we will most likely never meet and such.</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://heart-strutter.org/2007/03/07/157/when-theres-nothing-left/comment-page-1/#comment-1002</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 04:04:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;bri, be strong and don&#039;t let them get to you. be positive and don&#039;t cut!!!! people DO CARE ABOUT YOU!!!!!!&quot;

peace,</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;bri, be strong and don&#8217;t let them get to you. be positive and don&#8217;t cut!!!! people DO CARE ABOUT YOU!!!!!!&#8221;</p>
<p>peace,</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://heart-strutter.org/2007/03/07/157/when-theres-nothing-left/comment-page-1/#comment-1001</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:50:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>.....shrug

peace,</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230;..shrug</p>
<p>peace,</p>
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		<title>By: I&#8217;m going for a triple-double almost suicide &#124; Sexy and Disgraceful</title>
		<link>http://heart-strutter.org/2007/03/07/157/when-theres-nothing-left/comment-page-1/#comment-1000</link>
		<dc:creator>I&#8217;m going for a triple-double almost suicide &#124; Sexy and Disgraceful</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 03:37:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] This may be some of the worst reporting you will see in your life. I got more emotions then Clay Aiken slitting his wrists in a bathtub and I&#8217;m still not the most emo person I know. And that, in turn, makes me more emo. I wish they&#8217;d do a story on me.    [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] This may be some of the worst reporting you will see in your life. I got more emotions then Clay Aiken slitting his wrists in a bathtub and I&#8217;m still not the most emo person I know. And that, in turn, makes me more emo. I wish they&#8217;d do a story on me.    [...]</p>
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