<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post1012995172053065190..comments</id><updated>2007-09-06T11:12:43.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Textsecrets: Post 2</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1012995172053065190/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html'/><author><name>Rick O'Shea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08302772893717557015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-3437329417358030780</id><published>2007-09-06T11:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:07:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still in love with my ex-boyfriend after 5 yea...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in love with my ex-boyfriend after 5 years. I'm with someone new now, but l can't seem to fall in love with him, l think of my ex everyday &amp; if he came back to me tomorrow l'd be gone.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/3437329417358030780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/3437329417358030780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html?showComment=1189073220000#c3437329417358030780' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-236690814235373902</id><published>2007-09-06T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T11:04:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I was relieved when my father died, I was finally ...</title><content type='html'>I was relieved when my father died, I was finally free of him, We buried him on Christams Eve &amp; l never cried at his funeral. In fact l was jumping for joy inside that he was out of my life forever. His dead 13 years now &amp; l still haven't shed a tear for him &amp; won't. I watched him beat my Mother into a plup &amp; often wished he'd die roaring, turns out he was burned alive in a house fire. He was a bastard, an evil evil man,he was what you'd call a sreet angel &amp; a house devil. I glad his gone, his no loss to me. I was the daughter he never wanted &amp; he made no secret of it. Sadly my Mother passed 4 years after him &amp; I still miss her everyday. We were like 2 peas in a podd..</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/236690814235373902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/236690814235373902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html?showComment=1189073040000#c236690814235373902' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-4819912600671311446</id><published>2007-07-18T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T01:52:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have liked this girl since I was 12/13 (and suff...</title><content type='html'>I have liked this girl since I was 12/13 (and suffice to say I am an unhappy adult now) and I listen to the Barenaked Ladies song "Some Fantastic" and it makes sooo much sense</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/4819912600671311446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/4819912600671311446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html?showComment=1184719920000#c4819912600671311446' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1951551419488649646</id><published>2007-07-17T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:38:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I lied about Suzanne</title><content type='html'>I lied about Suzanne</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/1951551419488649646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/1951551419488649646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html?showComment=1184686680000#c1951551419488649646' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-7516239115897649908</id><published>2007-07-16T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:45:00.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell my secret. It hurts too much.</title><content type='html'>I can't tell my secret. It hurts too much.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/7516239115897649908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/1012995172053065190/comments/default/7516239115897649908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html?showComment=1184618700000#c7516239115897649908' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://textsecrets.blogspot.com/2007/07/post-2.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-846116378123868912.post-1012995172053065190' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/846116378123868912/posts/default/1012995172053065190' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>