<?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-889468187908321601</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:29:39.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kayla's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-606728981317726075</id><published>2010-02-23T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T07:32:12.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the Beginning</title><content type='html'>There are the times we regret&lt;br /&gt;and wishing certain people we could forget&lt;br /&gt;When the good and bad met&lt;br /&gt;Wars were fought&lt;br /&gt;Hell was brought&lt;br /&gt;Running now so that you don't get caught&lt;br /&gt;Everything that everyone wants can't and won't be said&lt;br /&gt;All the words of hate crossing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;Tossing and turning in my bed&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you were right&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep holdin on tight&lt;br /&gt;All this pain&lt;br /&gt;Thought you could let it drain&lt;br /&gt;with just a dash of cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Now your going insane&lt;br /&gt;Became addicted&lt;br /&gt;Now your convicted&lt;br /&gt;We're not going to keep on running away&lt;br /&gt;Find a way&lt;br /&gt;Begin a new day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-606728981317726075?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/606728981317726075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/606728981317726075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/606728981317726075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-beginning.html' title='Just the Beginning'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-572457649673167057</id><published>2010-02-09T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:29:39.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sat starring at an angel statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an old man's voice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interrupted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"What ya &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lookin&lt;/span&gt; at, kid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Aren't angels kind of like ghosts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He chuckled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Not even close. Ghosts are lost souls searching for the answer. While Angels....well, they are the saviors that lead us to the light. Follow that light, kid,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then he vanished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-572457649673167057?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/572457649673167057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/02/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/572457649673167057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/572457649673167057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/02/light.html' title='The Light'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-4255983053000774765</id><published>2010-01-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:13:39.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deeper (lyrics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What am I suppose to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I really falling for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t know my right from wrong…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I’m drowning in my sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can’t find the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you’re pulling me under,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh when I’m falling…deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a small step closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look deep into those eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You start to dig up the lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What else did you hide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can’t hold all the pain inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause I’m drowning in my sorrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I can’t find the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you’re pulling me under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I’m falling, oh when I’m falling…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just wrap your arms around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please just let this moment be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can feel my heart beating fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can’t we just erase it all from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything is running through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think you’re the one I’m supposed to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to believe this is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I reach the surface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re not holding me back anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fell too deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You weren’t there to catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-4255983053000774765?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/4255983053000774765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/01/deeper-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/4255983053000774765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/4255983053000774765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2010/01/deeper-lyrics.html' title='Deeper (lyrics)'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-2100807785583204176</id><published>2009-11-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:07:03.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Gives and Takes</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I have to move. I hate that its closer to the hospital. I hate that I'm 17 years old ,in my senior year, and diagnosed with cancer. I didn't ask for this and I don't think I deserved this. My friends I had to leave behind, they were getting all weird around me anyway. My parents are definitely not the same, my dads trying to act like its all going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; and that there is always hope, but my mom is in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; negative stage where &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everything to&lt;/span&gt; her is falling apart (which it pretty much is). She practically gave up on me now, she's just so negative its disgusting to me sometimes. If she was the one going through the cancer I would think she'd be a little different but doesn't matter anymore to me what she think. I just want to beat this cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in the car with my dad, he's silent and I don't know how to start a conversation with him. Then he finally speaks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya know how your mother hates coming to the hospital, sweetie. She loves you no matter what happens to you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No she just doesn't want to be bothered with a dying kid anymore. Might &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;as well&lt;/span&gt; just have another kid,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; Ann! You are my world, you are your mothers world, don't you ever doubt that. That and you know better to not mention of having more kids, you know your mother can't have any. We were blessed to be given you,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know, dad. I've heard this ever since the diagnose. But now that god gave me...it feels like he's taking me away,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your not dying. Your going to make this,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever, dad,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest of the car ride was silenced. I even fell asleep, I was so tired from last night. Ikept waking up, gagging like I had to throw up. My mom actually came out to sit by me on the couch till I passed out. It was brutal for me and her, her having to see me like that, I was waiting for her to back out on me. This cancer isn't just a sickness thats going to kill me...its a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to hospital, go over medical stuff. I just layed on the bed, waiting for this nightmare to be over. For the first time ever, I wanted to go to school, but in a way i didn't because I would be the new girl. So we wait in the waiting room, to see the results. Turns out cancer isn't getting any better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my next story im working on. let me know what you think so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-2100807785583204176?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/2100807785583204176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-gives-and-takes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/2100807785583204176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/2100807785583204176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-gives-and-takes.html' title='God Gives and Takes'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-3458019124131618190</id><published>2009-10-20T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:16:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Look into a Child's eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See what  they go through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday and every night is like a nightmare they can't wake up from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I come home with a bad grade and get a lecture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He comes home and gets a punch in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cry over a relationship that ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He cries  because his father came home drunk last night...again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The sun shines bright everyday for Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For him, the sun hides in fear behind dark clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My father calls me his pride and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His father calls him a damned child and is blamed for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A child can tell a story without words....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-3458019124131618190?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/3458019124131618190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/10/childs-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/3458019124131618190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/3458019124131618190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/10/childs-story.html' title='A Child&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-4573265275976126673</id><published>2009-09-23T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:37:38.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing in the Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Question, how do you find Love?&lt;br /&gt;Answer, you don't, Love finds you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of Love there are the laughs, smiles, and tears.&lt;br /&gt;My opinion, you get more tears out of Love than the laughs or smiles.&lt;br /&gt;When you know you actually have fallen in love, its obvious:Your scared, your knees shake when you know he's looking at you, and your so afraid your going to act like an idiot in front of him but he thinks its cute when you mess up anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He's your first real actual boyfriend and he tells you he loves you, you feel like your heart just skipped a beat every time he says it because he means so much to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just the beginning of a story I want to try and write. Hope you like it so far :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-4573265275976126673?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/4573265275976126673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/09/kissing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/4573265275976126673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/4573265275976126673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/09/kissing-in-rain.html' title='Kissing in the Rain'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-889468187908321601.post-6270672468428035520</id><published>2009-09-22T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:35:40.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69gV9DshEpI/SrlfIeXlG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S8kQygelBBU/s1600-h/sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384439428693695410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69gV9DshEpI/SrlfIeXlG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S8kQygelBBU/s200/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am for the footprints that are left in the sand by the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waves pull in and out,washing my troubles away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Footprints Vanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am for the troubles that sail within the waters forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lost at sea, they don't know which way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The confusion I give myself only making things more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My Worlds Vanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am for the sunrise I wake to see early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sign of a new day, a new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sail towards the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I vanish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/889468187908321601-6270672468428035520?l=swimstrong16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/feeds/6270672468428035520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/6270672468428035520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/889468187908321601/posts/default/6270672468428035520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://swimstrong16.blogspot.com/2009/09/vanish.html' title='Vanish'/><author><name>Kayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642096182136124763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_69gV9DshEpI/SrlfIeXlG7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/S8kQygelBBU/s72-c/sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
