<?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-5749738286344961162</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:32:13.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHITTO</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me, this is MyLife. I'm a simple small town girl. I am a thinker, a poet, a writer. It is hard for me to express myself in spoken words so I tend to turn to writing to be my way out. I am an aspiring journalist who has just completed her first year of college. I write about what I feel, love and desire. I also love doing crazy things and am a total adrenaline junkie! Thank you for reading and commenting. -Whitney</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082282407369458383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SNnau8b2tnI/AAAAAAAAABE/AWJVXlo0OMk/S220/Utah+Football-+Special+Slushy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749738286344961162.post-7642008188837778110</id><published>2009-08-06T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:34:42.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making This Blog For Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I figured I like to write and keep a journal, so why not blog? So I am having a new beginning with my blog and am going to keep up on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My summer has been weird. Not an average, "fun in the sun" summer. Seven weeks ago I had ACL reconstruction surgery. I apparently tore my ACL back in February, however I had no idea because the ER told me it was a "sprained knee." How did I tear it? Doing this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367076293414527586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snuvc-9komI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cOZmGy9-iv8/s400/Whit+snowboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or lets be real here, more like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367076671087090178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snuvy95umgI/AAAAAAAAACY/l-_WMv8fXiM/s400/whit+snowboard+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats right, snowboarding was the death of my ACL. After 12 years of playing soccer, I tore my ACL snowboarding. I guess it was bound to catch up to me eventually considering the "no fear" style of snowboarding that I put my body through every winter. So anyway, I had surgery and was in a big brace and crutches for 3 long weeks.. the longest weeks of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after surgery...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snux0j9TleI/AAAAAAAAACo/y2IIs102sEs/s1600-h/189.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080876150354274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snuznu-78WI/AAAAAAAAAC4/i4FARy_ZXZ8/s320/189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came out to help me recover. I couldn't have done it without her thats for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080879065299970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snuzn516fAI/AAAAAAAAADA/McG7Zt4DBV4/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling a little better hanging out with old friends in Grand Junction, but still on my awesome crutches...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367080888877487602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SnuzoeZUlfI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ffkc7ZB12t8/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It has been hard, really hard. Probably the most difficult thing I have ever been through, but I dont regret having it done one bit. Soon I will be able to do all the things I love, like snowboarding, and sports, and being outdoors, again. I can now walk almost normally, bike, walk up and down stairs and I am getting close to being able to run again. Maybe in another couple weeks. Oh and on top of this fun surgery my mom also thought it was a good idea to get my wisdom teeth out. Summer of surgeries I guess.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were a few fun things to happen this summer though. Such as my vacation out to Texas to visit my sister, Flying out to Denver for a Rockies game, and most recently being next to the stage at the Chris Cagle concert! Im so glad to have Hil back in Utah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Swimming in Texas, probably the last time I will ever go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367085623254521250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu38DUxFaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pj--dLht42Q/s320/Texas+swim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A couple at the Rockies Game! It was so fun even though we lost! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Outside Coors Field 2. Hil and I with the field in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367086340887267810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu4l0tvyeI/AAAAAAAAADY/l31zTh5Iqj4/s320/Rockies+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367086348201891266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu4mP9sFcI/AAAAAAAAADg/KmI-PdQL-xg/s320/Rockies+game+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Last, Chris Cagle! Hil and I are definately Cagleheads!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367087828425101394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu58aOZ0FI/AAAAAAAAADo/ndKnykUe9HQ/s320/207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were literally right at the stage! We were so close that we had a life changing experience when he touched our hands! Haha love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367087838960013330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu59BeH0BI/AAAAAAAAADw/9oT5UiYGYm4/s320/220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This was a picture with the opening act, Jagertown! They were so good and their lead singer was sexy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367087848943273810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snu59mqUR1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/c_Diyq_WEck/s320/233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that was my summer summed up. I am looking forward to school in the fall and getting my knee better!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749738286344961162-7642008188837778110?l=whitneyoban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/feeds/7642008188837778110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749738286344961162&amp;postID=7642008188837778110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/7642008188837778110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/7642008188837778110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/2009/08/making-this-blog-for-real.html' title='Making This Blog For Real'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082282407369458383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SNnau8b2tnI/AAAAAAAAABE/AWJVXlo0OMk/S220/Utah+Football-+Special+Slushy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/Snuvc-9komI/AAAAAAAAACQ/cOZmGy9-iv8/s72-c/Whit+snowboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749738286344961162.post-2383722339439771821</id><published>2008-01-27T01:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:51:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me its not all Just a Lie</title><content type='html'>My head is spinnning,&lt;br /&gt;And its not from school,&lt;br /&gt;I cant stop thinking,&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to keep my cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice is&lt;br /&gt;Sweet when said,&lt;br /&gt;And it always is,&lt;br /&gt;Running through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's driving me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Its like a tickle,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it was easy,&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm being fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His look holds my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I never want to let go,&lt;br /&gt;My heart sighs,&lt;br /&gt;How could this be so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had built a sturdy wall,&lt;br /&gt;But along comes he,&lt;br /&gt;His smile was enough to make it all fall,&lt;br /&gt;I just know we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it never works out,&lt;br /&gt;For me and him,&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And my world become dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wanna try,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I don't its just a lie,&lt;br /&gt;And I cant deny that I really cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just wont listen to his heart,&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way he reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for him is just so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Its like waiting for the change of seasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749738286344961162-2383722339439771821?l=whitneyoban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/feeds/2383722339439771821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749738286344961162&amp;postID=2383722339439771821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/2383722339439771821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/2383722339439771821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/2008/01/tell-me-its-not-all-just-lie.html' title='Tell Me its not all Just a Lie'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082282407369458383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SNnau8b2tnI/AAAAAAAAABE/AWJVXlo0OMk/S220/Utah+Football-+Special+Slushy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749738286344961162.post-2481873117874127850</id><published>2008-01-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:51:02.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I think I am being strong,&lt;br /&gt;but really I am only weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hiding from everything,&lt;br /&gt;"protecting" myself from further harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close myself off from the world,&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself off from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking everything will just go away,&lt;br /&gt;leaving me to recover on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a coward,&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of the things you'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I do when I become too attached,&lt;br /&gt;with no promise, no commitment from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is not the way I should handle it,&lt;br /&gt;but I felt I had no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sorry but this was the only way,&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself getting through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant take the pressure,&lt;br /&gt;all the thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I will go hide from you,&lt;br /&gt;but more hide from everything I want but can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you and you know that I do,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm just trying to figure this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore my feelings, but it didn't work,&lt;br /&gt;I screwed everything up, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749738286344961162-2481873117874127850?l=whitneyoban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/feeds/2481873117874127850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749738286344961162&amp;postID=2481873117874127850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/2481873117874127850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/2481873117874127850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/2008/01/hiding-everyday.html' title='Hiding Everyday'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082282407369458383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SNnau8b2tnI/AAAAAAAAABE/AWJVXlo0OMk/S220/Utah+Football-+Special+Slushy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749738286344961162.post-3855504769776074945</id><published>2008-01-27T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T01:48:13.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hell Like State</title><content type='html'>Some say confusion is a state of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;but I know differently.&lt;br /&gt;It can rip anyone up and tear every feeling they have&lt;br /&gt;up into a million little pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It will leave their heart in pure chaos,&lt;br /&gt;and their mind in constant rotation.&lt;br /&gt;It can trap them in a glass cage of emotion,&lt;br /&gt;and lock their heart up, away from the world.&lt;br /&gt;It will leave them sinking, drowning in their own misery,&lt;br /&gt;and rotting in the hell of their own agony.&lt;br /&gt;Life is always a deep pit of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;and we are always caught waiting, wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5749738286344961162-3855504769776074945?l=whitneyoban.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/feeds/3855504769776074945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5749738286344961162&amp;postID=3855504769776074945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/3855504769776074945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5749738286344961162/posts/default/3855504769776074945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whitneyoban.blogspot.com/2008/01/hell-like-state.html' title='A Hell Like State'/><author><name>Whitney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082282407369458383</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_Be6ZR1kuc/SNnau8b2tnI/AAAAAAAAABE/AWJVXlo0OMk/S220/Utah+Football-+Special+Slushy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5749738286344961162.post-503281086644726100</id><published>2008-01-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:06:39.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I wake up and I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;of wrecking my car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I live every moment and I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;of being robbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I go places and I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;of people taking advantage of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I apply and I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;of being rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I find myself unhappy and I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I am afraid though,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;of those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;Those fears are over shadowed by my fear of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; being my friend again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; again being the one I turn to when something big happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; calling me again just because you wanted to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; telling me that I'm your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;and that you would do anything for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm afraid I will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; get that back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm afraid that I wont be able to go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;living without you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;I'm so afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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