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	<title>.:. my hidden daemon .:.</title>
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		<description>I'll never be skinny. </description>
		<link>http://myhiddendaemon.com/302</link>
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		<title>Where are my sunglasses?</title>
		<description>

I miss him more than I thought I would. I mean, I knew that it was going to be hard removing an element that had become such a constant, but even so. This is more than even I bargained for.

I'm going to wait it out, but I think I've come ...</description>
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		<title>For the best?</title>
		<description>It feels weird sleeping by myself.
I'm so used to feeling the heat of another body next to me, that heavy weight, the rhythmic breathing.  I haven't slept well for the last two nights, wondering what's going on, and what exactly I'm supposed to be doing. My days feel hollow ...</description>
		<link>http://myhiddendaemon.com/for-the-best</link>
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		<title>Abstract reality</title>
		<description>We're trying to fix things.
Trying to save them.

He's leaving.
For a month.

Maybe things will get better. </description>
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		<title>ImportFood.com</title>
		<description>O.
M.
G.

I found Import Food quite a while ago and fell in love with the site right away. I mean. They have a TON of Thai stuff, so why wouldn't I fall in love right away, right?

Anyway. Every month I get a new Thai recipe e-mailed to me, and this month's ...</description>
		<link>http://myhiddendaemon.com/importfoodcom</link>
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		<title>A massive picture post</title>
		<description>Here's what I've been up to over the last few months:

At the Olive Garden for some seasonal dessert:




(This is the most delicious food in existence.)

At Hanna Bistro:





Words, words, words.
Pictures, pictures, pictures.

Life is still going.
I'm still here.
Just don't forget me, okay? </description>
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		<title>Growing up and facing facts</title>
		<description>I cried today
when I realized we both were right
but only one of us could win.

These words are hollow
and even when I try to breath meaning into them
they remain flat and empty.

My young heart is failing,
the treasures of youth fading quickly into memories
that will only be forgotten.

Good-bye, little girl,
good-bye and good ...</description>
		<link>http://myhiddendaemon.com/growing-up-and-facing-facts</link>
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		<title>O treacherous night!</title>
		<description>I died sometime, in the middle of my sleep,
And I'm wondering how to jump start my heart. </description>
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		<title>Ugh</title>
		<description>Can I please be super, ultra great at something? Anything? </description>
		<link>http://myhiddendaemon.com/ugh</link>
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		<title>Screaming Blond, Baby</title>
		<description>Yeah, yeah. I did it again. =)



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