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	<title>Comments on: Things will be different, I promise.</title>
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		<title>By: Vander Kitten</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vander Kitten</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 20:46:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh the pressure!</description>
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		<title>By: Heidi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heidi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 06:21:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>WOW - - What a powerful post.
I was actually taking this afternoon with my hubby about this very thing.
Last year, my very best friend, after 10 years of complete and total trust (and love, like no other), decides she no longer wants to be my friend.  Since then, I have seriously felt like my entire heart was ripped out....stomped on....rinse and repeat.....
I was telling my hubby that I don&#039;t ever want to feel that kind of loss again.  In the end, my damaged heart is my fault, &#039;cause I ALLOWED her to enter my soul....to get access to my trust...to receive my love.
Anyway, thanks for writing this post!!  I especially like your compairison of trust and ivy....WOW, again!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>WOW &#8211; - What a powerful post.<br />
I was actually taking this afternoon with my hubby about this very thing.<br />
Last year, my very best friend, after 10 years of complete and total trust (and love, like no other), decides she no longer wants to be my friend.  Since then, I have seriously felt like my entire heart was ripped out&#8230;.stomped on&#8230;.rinse and repeat&#8230;..<br />
I was telling my hubby that I don&#8217;t ever want to feel that kind of loss again.  In the end, my damaged heart is my fault, &#8217;cause I ALLOWED her to enter my soul&#8230;.to get access to my trust&#8230;to receive my love.<br />
Anyway, thanks for writing this post!!  I especially like your compairison of trust and ivy&#8230;.WOW, again!!</p>
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