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  <updated>2007-12-15T02:42:16Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Scared</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;This cant end. For me it cant. I love you. I dont know how to describe how much I love you, but you could never understand. Im so scared of what will happen if this ends. Ive been scared of what youl think of me if I admit that to u. I shouldnt be scared of anything. Im supposed to be here for you, to make you not scared, not the other way around.&amp;#8221; She started to say something, but he cut her off. &amp;#8220;I know that you want this to work, but not as much as I do. I dont know how to act around you &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt; I love you. I just dont want to screw this up. Dont even say you feel the same way about me, cuz you dont, you cant. I doubt anyone in the world feels the kind of love I feel for you. Tell me how I can save this. I am sorry for everything I have done wrong, but I dont know when I do it wrong. Just tell me everytime I do something stupid, and maybe we can salvage this sinking ship. Will you give me a second chance?&amp;#8221; He asked, knowing that those may be the last words he said to her while they were together.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-15T02:47:42Z</published>
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    <title type="text">The Choice</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;He didn&amp;#8217;t know what to say. His mind raced, his heart beated, sweat building up slowly. He didn&amp;#8217;t know what to say. Deep down, he knew that he had always liked her, and they were meant to be together, but there was something about Madison. Well, honestly there wasn&amp;#8217;t. He liked her a little, but he liked her Isabella alot more. He could live just looking in her eyes, remain completely happy talking to her on the phone for hours, days. But now he had to make a choice. He couldn&amp;#8217;t stand hurting her again, he hated the pain he had caused her, and hated the pain he felt inside when he thought about it.But could he really pass up another chance with her? Look at her standing there, here eyes so pretty, sparkling lightly from the tears covering them, her face frowning at him, but still looking amazing, her hair soft and majestic-like. He knew what he should do. It might cause her pain now, but he couldn&amp;#8217;t stand to hurt her again like he knew he would. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m sorry Isabella, I don&amp;#8217;t feel the same about you.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-11-15T02:25:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-11T21:45:16Z</updated>
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