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    <title><![CDATA[Going around in circles]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2015 18:13:42 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I haven't been here in a while. Well, even literally, I haven't. I've been home for... A little more than a month. It feels like forever. I never thought I'd be the kind of person that gets tired from home, but hey, nobody's perfect. To say that life... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I've lost home.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2011 18:01:27 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Home. I wanna go back. I miss the US, the smell of adventure, my heavy bag, my joys, my tears, all of it. It hasn't been easy all along the way, but it has been EVERYTHING. Call me back to you. Let's live to love and love to live. Everything is hard and... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Feart the crisis]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 20:58:21 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Looking at old highschool pictures is still hard. Highschool. I thought our friendship was unbeattable, unbreakable, I thought world was ours. Then we all go to different studies, making our own way. I was always there, trying to hold back what we had,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I've been thinking you should be mine, for a week end, for a long time.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2011 12:22:20 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[And now what am I doing ? My heart is in a cage, my entire body is in a cage. All the day is Louis, the US, DU, bears. Every sentence that I make begin by " You know in America .. ". I'm sick, I'm sick. I've learned how to love, I've learned how to give.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[All I have are the choice I make.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 29 Mar 2011 19:05:16 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[She believed that now, it will be easier. And somehow, she felt this unexpected sensation of pure and quiet happiness. Doors were open, the road of possibility laid at her feet; fate was hers. She felt more free than she ever did, and maybe will probably... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[It was hard to let you go. And it is still really hard.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 20:27:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[20:17 Wow. A year ago, hour to hour, minute to minute, I was fucking crying because of pain in my fucking tummy. 1 year little scar, 1 year. Seriously. A year ago I almost passed out. 1 year ago ... What have happened since eh ? Kayak, USA, BAC, Kevin,... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[When freedom begins]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sun, 13 Mar 2011 15:37:01 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[It's funny just to look at old notes; thus I can see all the way I've done. Reading those old articles, I suddenly realised that the crisis have passed. Now I'm peaceful. I'm not scared anymore. I know who I am, what I want. I know what I can't have.... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[To find happiness in the persons we love, and who are obviously needed.]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2011 20:47:57 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[They were a family. They weren't always together, they disagreee, they didn't share the same taste - they were humans. They didn't talk about what they have or feel. But somehow, they deeply knew they were there for each other. They didn't look like those... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I think careers are a XX invention and I don't want one.]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://prepamevoila.canalblog.com/archives/2011/02/02/20290175.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 23:12:46 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[There is a moment where you have to chose. Who do you want to bewho do you cant by your sidewho you arewho do you need to bewho do you have to bewhat do you want I don't know how to chose. I suck at chosing. Maybe it's because of that that I didn't kiss... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[SoYassou]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[At the end of loneliness]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 29 Jan 2011 20:27:03 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Yesterday, I just watched Into The Wild. Everybody say that this movie is just beautiful. Is it ? This movie touched me in a way I didn't expect. There is so much to understand about it, and I can't see hope about that. The truth is, that we have to match... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[SoYassou]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[You 're lucky here]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2011 14:15:26 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[I used to believe in humanity. I used to believe in music, in sports. Well, I always do. But this feeling that I had, this incredible faith in humanity, in human race, just get low as I'm growing up. And somehow, it's is so scary. And somehow, it makes... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Remember tonight as the beginning of always]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 19:44:00 +0100</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[The journey lasted a month. Sometimes I travelled alone, sometimes others took the wheel - and took my heart with them. But when the destination was reached, it was me who arrived. It wasn't me at all. Some ask me why does I go to the USA alon. They don't... ]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[I need a endless summer]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://prepamevoila.canalblog.com/archives/2010/08/30/18933282.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 13:33:35 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[La prépa, ça a même pas commencé et déjà ça prend la tête :) J'ai docilement commencé à faire mon dossier d'anglais il y a deux semaines tout pile : " choisir un fait d'actualité, trouver 4 articles de sources différentes en parlant, les résumer commenter,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[SoYassou]]></dc:creator>
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    <title><![CDATA[Every great story has a beginning.]]></title>
    <link><![CDATA[https://prepamevoila.canalblog.com/archives/2010/07/02/18486784.html]]></link>
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    <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 19:15:05 +0200</pubDate>
    <description><![CDATA[Alors voilà . Qui ? Elise, 18 ans depuis quelques jours, va aller en prépa lettres à Toulouse.Je suis originaire d'une ville au sud de Toulouse, la grande classe, complètement pommée mais si attachante. J'ai fait une première et une terminale ES, et l'économie,... ]]></description>
        <dc:creator><![CDATA[SoYassou]]></dc:creator>
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