<?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-1733736085138769662</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:49:19.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Lynn's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-5909541058318090854</id><published>2009-09-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:13:43.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Compare</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know how you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can compare to your sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You are wishing fantasies were real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You are hoping for a better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know how you cry yourself to sleep at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How you have thoughts of that blade ending your existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I know how it feels to wonder if you're wrong or right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How you think about running away and not caring about distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But there is no use in letting the worst get the best of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;There is no use in running away from your issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Look at everything in my point of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dilemmas stay forever with you just like tattoos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733736085138769662-5909541058318090854?l=amandalynn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/5909541058318090854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-compare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/5909541058318090854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/5909541058318090854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-compare.html' title='I Can Compare'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-3802628302363621100</id><published>2009-09-29T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:07:22.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing Is Only The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish you could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish you could understand the way I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish I could take a dream and make it real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want to hide my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't explain why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My eyes begin to fill with tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I slowly begin to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You tell me you want to say, "I love you,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I wish you see the look in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Are you telling me the truth-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Or is everything nothing but lies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lost in my own world of hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wondering, are you worth the wait?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Questions linger in the back of my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But, no answeres are there to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As words of hatered and love cross the paths of my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You say you're sorry and the paths are torn apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Didn't anyone ever tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sorry will never heal a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733736085138769662-3802628302363621100?l=amandalynn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/3802628302363621100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishing-is-only-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/3802628302363621100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/3802628302363621100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/wishing-is-only-beginning.html' title='Wishing Is Only The Beginning'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-1425284186089807141</id><published>2009-09-22T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:37:01.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For You*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;This poem is dedicated to my best friend Brittany Hallowich&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When the world is crumbling beneath you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just turn to a friend who will always be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you feel like there is nothing you can do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Remember, I'll &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be here for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you feel all alone and helpless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don't think you are faithless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When you have a lot on your mind after a bad day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Just &lt;strong&gt;remember&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm only a phone call away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Amanda Rizzo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-4175285468552898029</id><published>2009-09-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:32:24.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Though*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though the moments passed me by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still can't turn away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still remember the look in you eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;As you turned and walked the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though I still sometimes cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You'll never see me shed a single tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll keep a smile upon my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Everytime you are near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though a part of me hates you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The other part will always tell me no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Will I ever let go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even tholugh I'm confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't help but stick around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No one to catch me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Before I hit the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though we still do talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can only be your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;There will be a day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When all this pain will end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though you make me smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It makes me want you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But that smile goes away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once you walk out my door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though I get so mad at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm always the one to give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I try not to let it happen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But you seem to always win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though I want to say good-bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I never go through with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can say it all I want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I will never commit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even though you still stick around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I should give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You do  not care about me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's time I look in your point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Amanda Rizzo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733736085138769662-4175285468552898029?l=amandalynn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/4175285468552898029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-though.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/4175285468552898029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/4175285468552898029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-though.html' title='Even Though*'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-5524823960914730416</id><published>2009-09-22T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:22:57.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;     Lately I have been struggleing with the issue of keeping certain words or comments to myself. I tend to say things as they come out of my mouth without thinking twice. Why do we have random moments of out bursts and just say things as they roll off the tip of our tongues? Why do we hurt the ones we love? I once read and also wrote on my wall in my room that, We ignore the ones who love us, love the ones who ignore us, get hurt by the ones we care about, and hurt the ones who care about us. Ironic isn't it? I seem to have the issue of having out bursts of saying things I do not mean towards another person. Whether it be my mother, a friend, a teacher, family, pets, strangers, ect, I tend to be in a conversation with them and me being the blunt one, I don't think before I act. I really should learn to. I know I am bluntly honest, but sometimes it gets you into a lot of trouble. Though, actions do speak louder than words to me, sometimes my actions need to speak less and my words need to be thought out and looked at before letting them just glide out of my mouth like a child on a wet slide in the summer time. Have you ever felt the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733736085138769662-5524823960914730416?l=amandalynn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/5524823960914730416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/5524823960914730416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/5524823960914730416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-i-feel.html' title='How I Feel'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1733736085138769662.post-2403780427535825191</id><published>2009-09-21T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:37:18.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I Am For Is Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for the unconditional love of my mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Because she is most important in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For the love of my dog in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When she jumps on me to give me a kiss when I awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for someone who can be true and real to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I stress over life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I am for a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for writing poetry and relaxing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For singing and dancing to songs I enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for someone who can make me laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am a girl who writes her feelings on paper to show anger, passion, happiness, and disappointing expressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for being myself and only myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For showing feelings and hiding some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am for being able to speak my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As I am for freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1733736085138769662-2403780427535825191?l=amandalynn2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/feeds/2403780427535825191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-i-am-for-is-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/2403780427535825191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1733736085138769662/posts/default/2403780427535825191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandalynn2.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-i-am-for-is-freedom.html' title='Everything I Am For Is Freedom'/><author><name>Amanda*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16769249962445132750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='5' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_seu18v8-KAU/SsLAqwl5OlI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5YXJvoCbB8c/S220/9568470_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
