<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555673296053549098</id><updated>2011-10-11T20:27:53.645-07:00</updated><category term='courage'/><category term='missing someone'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Taylor Swift'/><category term='relationships'/><title type='text'>As I am now.</title><subtitle type='html'>Just another high school story.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5555673296053549098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13771301716040609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czagza9A1jQ/TpN7-swqTvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/hZE3YyeNDd8/s220/004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555673296053549098.post-3958795694579993860</id><published>2011-10-10T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T20:43:01.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>"A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face." -Pinocchio</title><content type='html'>I can't lie anymore.. I can't help but think we were meant to be. Is that foolish? Will my nose continue to grow until I tell you what's been on my mind since day one of&amp;nbsp;meeting you. I remember everything from the moment I saw you and wondered who you were.. till the day you told me you couldn't be friends. I can't help but miss talking to you. You don't need to say anything, I&amp;nbsp;just want to see you smile again. Taylor Swift's songs play over in my head reminding me of the time you sang me lyrics from White Horse and kissed me. Nothing had ever been so perfect. I wonder if you know I was enchanted to meet you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5555673296053549098-3958795694579993860?l=runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/feeds/3958795694579993860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/2011/10/lie-keeps-growing-and-growing-until-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5555673296053549098/posts/default/3958795694579993860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5555673296053549098/posts/default/3958795694579993860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/2011/10/lie-keeps-growing-and-growing-until-its.html' title='&quot;A lie keeps growing and growing until it&apos;s as plain as the nose on your face.&quot; -Pinocchio'/><author><name>Ashley Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13771301716040609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czagza9A1jQ/TpN7-swqTvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/hZE3YyeNDd8/s220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5555673296053549098.post-2532660454000164169</id><published>2011-10-10T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:22:40.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing someone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>"For with each dawn, she found new hope that someday, her dreams of happiness would come true." -Cinderella</title><content type='html'>Is it okay to miss you? Should I even label you and I as us because it's been awhile since we last talked. Time really does fix all except.. that I never really got to say thanks. You know relationships and the people you leave behind are entrances into a bright future, even when your not sure.&amp;nbsp;It takes&amp;nbsp;the greatest courage to find out. Everyday is the struggle to keeping moving forward, but everyday is&amp;nbsp;chance to&amp;nbsp;change yourself. I am everything I am today, because I loved you. I will promise myself to be a friend to the girl with the broken hopes and&amp;nbsp;to struggle with the courage that I can make it another day because I can love again thanks to you. For as I am now, I will always be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5555673296053549098-2532660454000164169?l=runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/feeds/2532660454000164169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-with-each-dawn-she-found-new-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5555673296053549098/posts/default/2532660454000164169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5555673296053549098/posts/default/2532660454000164169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runningoutofwordstosay.blogspot.com/2011/10/for-with-each-dawn-she-found-new-hope.html' title='&quot;For with each dawn, she found new hope that someday, her dreams of happiness would come true.&quot; -Cinderella'/><author><name>Ashley Noelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13771301716040609360</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czagza9A1jQ/TpN7-swqTvI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/hZE3YyeNDd8/s220/004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
