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	<title>The Dark Madness</title>
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		<title>Mood Swinging</title>
		<description><![CDATA[seems the darkness wants to come visit. i shouldn&#39;t feel this way. i have a good life. i have a very good life. i have a husband who waits for this. he fears it in ways i can&#39;t explain. it makes it hard to have a good cry. he watches for signs and thinks they [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=43</link>
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		<title>A Solitary Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA[As a child I was left to my own devices much of the time. I remember being five years old and playing in the sandbox for hours. At one time I mimic&#39;d my parents&#39; planting flowers and planted &#39;flowers&#39; (weeds) in my sandbox. I grew a nice crop that year. I spent a lot of [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=42</link>
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		<title>Mother&#8217;s Day</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My youngest daughter wrote a post for Mother&#39;s Day. It moved me to tears. It is one thing to throw all these horrors at your children during your lifetime and try to then explain to them how you ended up being the person that you are now. They lived through a lot of it with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=41</link>
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		<title>Re-Writing History</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#39;ve noticed through the years this ability of humans to re-write history. Sometimes it becomes very obvious, as in the case of our text books and how researchers delve into the pile and come up with discrepencies. More often than not, however, it is on a much smaller scale. It is the personal history that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=40</link>
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		<title>Another Beginning</title>
		<description><![CDATA[This blog&#160;has moved to a new server, also&#8230; thanks to my good blogfriend Brad. Glad you could make it!]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=39</link>
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		<title>September 11, 2001</title>
		<description><![CDATA[whisper no can&#8217;t be hoax movie clip not true bodies people souls falling from planes from clouds no clouds no net no chance sirens screams disbelief horror muffled in black thick endless smoke dust rubble looking looking looking never stop looking hoping a miracle just one selfish don&#8217;t care find him her mine now please [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=38</link>
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		<title>Flashback</title>
		<description><![CDATA[She’s gone He whispers to himself The fear a tight ball in his stomach The chill erasing his senses He calls She doesn’t answer She always answers Always He waits Hoping she’ll call back Did he forget? Did she tell him? Where can she be? Panic rising in his throat Heart racing to its own [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=37</link>
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		<title>i hate like love me</title>
		<description><![CDATA[a friend reminded me today of what a leap in time i have made over the past twenty-five years. a leap between hating myself to liking myself to loving myself. i give the biggest share of the credit for this to my loving husband. he saw a goodness and a beauty and a spirit in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=36</link>
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		<title>the boy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[he&#8217;s small. he&#8217;s sweet. he&#8217;s too smart for his own good. he tries to act tough. his friends in the school yard find a birds&#8217; nest. they take it from the tree. they smash it into bits. they kill whatever life there was. he yells at them. he cries. they laugh. he runs. they let [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=35</link>
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		<title>fall</title>
		<description><![CDATA[the air is just cold enough to make her nose run. the jeans and flannel shirt she ran out of the house in is not enough to keep the shiver from coming up her spine. she runs past the neighborhood houses with their warm lights and the dinner tables full of food. their fireplaces leave [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://darkmadness.thetornpages.com/?p=34</link>
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