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		By: Peter R.		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Peter R.]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2004 15:50:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It&#039;s been a while since I read your excellence. ANd the self-effacing honesty that seems to be your trademark.
It&#039;s just the topic I have difficulty allowing: it is as if the words are more important thant the deed, the emotion. Commentaries seem to confirm that. Personally I&#039;ve never counted, often times mayu not even have listened: but I always knew and am fortunate enough to still remember the women who did love me, whom I loved, not so much in return but as the only means of communicating with them. Forget the words, the silly phrases: are you sure no man ever loved you?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s been a while since I read your excellence. ANd the self-effacing honesty that seems to be your trademark.<br />
It&#8217;s just the topic I have difficulty allowing: it is as if the words are more important thant the deed, the emotion. Commentaries seem to confirm that. Personally I&#8217;ve never counted, often times mayu not even have listened: but I always knew and am fortunate enough to still remember the women who did love me, whom I loved, not so much in return but as the only means of communicating with them. Forget the words, the silly phrases: are you sure no man ever loved you?</p>
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		By: Tamicka		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2004/03/what-i-would-give/#comment-14220</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2004 20:09:30 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You are not alone, Jodi.  I&#039;m 27, almost 28, and I&#039;ve never had anyone tell me that they love me.  Unlike you, I never even had a father that loved me.  Like you, I&#039;ve had male friends that tell me that they love me, and tell me how awesome I am, and how I deserve to have love, as long as they are not the ones to have to hold me next to a candle and tell me that they are &quot;in&quot; love with me.  And I&#039;ve just about given up and just about accepted that this is how my life will be, but I hold on to a small smidge of hope because I don&#039;t want to be the stereotypical lonely, crazy old lady with the cats, that all of the neighborhood kids think is a witch.  It&#039;s gotten to the point now that I can&#039;t even imagine what it would be like to have someone love me without stopping the thoughts and facing the reality that this may never happen.  Thank you for your words and for once AGAIN letting me know that I&#039;m not alone.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are not alone, Jodi.  I&#8217;m 27, almost 28, and I&#8217;ve never had anyone tell me that they love me.  Unlike you, I never even had a father that loved me.  Like you, I&#8217;ve had male friends that tell me that they love me, and tell me how awesome I am, and how I deserve to have love, as long as they are not the ones to have to hold me next to a candle and tell me that they are &#8220;in&#8221; love with me.  And I&#8217;ve just about given up and just about accepted that this is how my life will be, but I hold on to a small smidge of hope because I don&#8217;t want to be the stereotypical lonely, crazy old lady with the cats, that all of the neighborhood kids think is a witch.  It&#8217;s gotten to the point now that I can&#8217;t even imagine what it would be like to have someone love me without stopping the thoughts and facing the reality that this may never happen.  Thank you for your words and for once AGAIN letting me know that I&#8217;m not alone.</p>
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		By: Gary		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2004/03/what-i-would-give/#comment-14219</link>

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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 15:11:06 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[hold on to your ignorance by way of inexperance. never love. don&#039;t even think about it. stay single for ever. it may be very good to have true love, but the price you   
pay is inconcievable. you will hurt for the rest of your life. i had my first with a girl when i was 14, we did everything together and did it everywhere. on mountaintops over looking beatufull sun sets, under the board walk at seaside hights, in the ocean by tropical island  , i remember us walking along the beach and i lifted two large stones on a bolder onto a bolder and said to vickie lets come back in ten years and see if they are still together. we broke up after 5 years. it&#039;s now about 10yrs later]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>hold on to your ignorance by way of inexperance. never love. don&#8217;t even think about it. stay single for ever. it may be very good to have true love, but the price you<br />
pay is inconcievable. you will hurt for the rest of your life. i had my first with a girl when i was 14, we did everything together and did it everywhere. on mountaintops over looking beatufull sun sets, under the board walk at seaside hights, in the ocean by tropical island  , i remember us walking along the beach and i lifted two large stones on a bolder onto a bolder and said to vickie lets come back in ten years and see if they are still together. we broke up after 5 years. it&#8217;s now about 10yrs later</p>
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		By: the TTHM		</title>
		<link>https://iwilldare.com/2004/03/what-i-would-give/#comment-14218</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2004 20:11:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I&#039;ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Some say the world will end in fire;<br />
Some say in ice.<br />
From what I&#8217;ve tasted of desire<br />
I hold with those who favor fire.<br />
But if it had to perish twice,<br />
I think I know enough of hate<br />
To know that for destruction ice<br />
Is also great<br />
And would suffice.</p>
<p>Fire and Ice by Robert Frost</p>
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