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  <title>Comments on 'Breaking Up and Breaking Down'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;How have you been?&amp;quot; I asked, trying not to cry.

&amp;quot;I... I've been listening to all of your favorite songs.&amp;quot; He paused for a minute. &amp;quot;Look, you can't call me anymore. I'm sorry. Just... do what makes you happy.&amp;quot;

He hung up, and I whispered into the dead receiver, &amp;quot;_What if I don't know what that is?_&amp;quot;

It's been a long time since then, since the first time my heart was ever really broken. For a long time, I didn't know what to do with myself - I just felt kind of empty, deflated. Directionless.

It took a while for me to realize that the relationship I had been in for two years had not been good one - we hadn't been happy. And, even then, as I sat there with the silent telephone still in my hand, I wondered what happy really was.

But, believe it or not, that heartbreak is what I now consider to be one of my defining moments. It was exactly what I needed to begin to figure out who I really was - separate from anyone else.

I got to know myself. 

And, you know what? I really like her.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-03-18T00:37:22Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Breaking Up and Breaking Down</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Thanks guys! Exactly, this was that period in my life when I did a  LOT  of art and started to write poems and develop a personal style. And of course not, Storykeeper. I always appreciate your comments. :]   (Sorry, rated my own story by accident&amp;#8230;)&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-18T00:37:22Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>[pens&amp;feathers]</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Breaking Up and Breaking Down</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s exactly what it&amp;#8217;s like!  The event described in my poem led to a complete rebuilding of myself, developed my journalling habit, forced me to write nearly incessantly, imagine almost manically, and all around learn who the heck I was.  I can relate to this completely.  Beautifully written, as usual.  You must get sick of me saying that, eh?&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-17T22:40:59Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Storykeeper of Fae</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Breaking Up and Breaking Down</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Thank you for entering! He changed you, it might have been a heartbreaker but the out come was for the great good.&lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-17T14:29:20Z</published>
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      <name>Blusparrow</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Breaking Up and Breaking Down</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i love the last two lines. really powerful&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-03-16T22:30:03Z</published>
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