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		<title>By: Becka Mae</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461534</link>
		<dc:creator>Becka Mae</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 18:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i want his approval but yet im starting to not . im sick of waiting for him while he plays with my emotions . but still i cant seem to make myself not want him approval. grrrrrrr</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i want his approval but yet im starting to not . im sick of waiting for him while he plays with my emotions . but still i cant seem to make myself not want him approval. grrrrrrr</p>
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		<title>By: Jerry Dreifuerst</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461533</link>
		<dc:creator>Jerry Dreifuerst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 18:11:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We seek it from our parents, teachers, elders. We grant it to our children, friends, employees. But mostly we give it to ourselves.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>We seek it from our parents, teachers, elders. We grant it to our children, friends, employees. But mostly we give it to ourselves.</p>
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		<title>By: Becka Mae</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461532</link>
		<dc:creator>Becka Mae</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 18:08:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>approval is not ever needed. especially by society. well atleast i dont need approval i do what i want. i dont wait or care for anyones approval . why would i waste my life waiting on soeone elses approval</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>approval is not ever needed. especially by society. well atleast i dont need approval i do what i want. i dont wait or care for anyones approval . why would i waste my life waiting on soeone elses approval</p>
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		<title>By: Mairead</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461531</link>
		<dc:creator>Mairead</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:45:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Her approval meant everything. Her nod meant that the world was in the right place, a slight frown? You&#039;d better rethink your strategy. When it came to her small niche she was queen of all. No one got past her. No one tried. It would be like dissing god. There was no way that they could ever do it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Her approval meant everything. Her nod meant that the world was in the right place, a slight frown? You&#8217;d better rethink your strategy. When it came to her small niche she was queen of all. No one got past her. No one tried. It would be like dissing god. There was no way that they could ever do it.</p>
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		<title>By: Jacob Resendez</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461530</link>
		<dc:creator>Jacob Resendez</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:44:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Approval is the word people crave for. It&#039;s what makes people impressed with the world and themselves. We search for approval when we need it the most; when we are hurting for it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Approval is the word people crave for. It&#8217;s what makes people impressed with the world and themselves. We search for approval when we need it the most; when we are hurting for it.</p>
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		<title>By: kari</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461529</link>
		<dc:creator>kari</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:41:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>something to seek. something to long for. yet, it is quite elusive as it is only allowed to come to you through others. it is not something you can earn. it is not something you can deserve. it is something others may choose to bestow upon you. and while they may not, you can earn it from yourself. and give yourself what you are longing for.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>something to seek. something to long for. yet, it is quite elusive as it is only allowed to come to you through others. it is not something you can earn. it is not something you can deserve. it is something others may choose to bestow upon you. and while they may not, you can earn it from yourself. and give yourself what you are longing for.</p>
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		<title>By: Lili Frank Robinson</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461528</link>
		<dc:creator>Lili Frank Robinson</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:39:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>She desperately needed his approval. Of what? She wasn&#039;t sure. But she definitely needed him to approve. She felt empty and anxious. He could reassure her. But how was she to ask a question that she didn&#039;t even know existed?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>She desperately needed his approval. Of what? She wasn&#8217;t sure. But she definitely needed him to approve. She felt empty and anxious. He could reassure her. But how was she to ask a question that she didn&#8217;t even know existed?</p>
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		<title>By: Equals Dee</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461527</link>
		<dc:creator>Equals Dee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:36:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I nod at the shirts in my suitcase, smiling at the socks with their little embroidered smiles that I tuck away so my teammates won&#039;t see.

I pull out my letter with the words, &quot;Eve ____, you&#039;ve been appointed captain of a team.&quot;

I smile in approval.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I nod at the shirts in my suitcase, smiling at the socks with their little embroidered smiles that I tuck away so my teammates won&#8217;t see.</p>
<p>I pull out my letter with the words, &#8220;Eve ____, you&#8217;ve been appointed captain of a team.&#8221;</p>
<p>I smile in approval.</p>
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		<title>By: T</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461526</link>
		<dc:creator>T</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:35:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I looked over to the girl beside me, her wide, vacant eyes catching mine. 
&quot;Sorry.&quot; I murmured to no one in particular, she was already half way down the corridor.
Quietly, methodically, I berated my stupidity, gently pinched my thigh, suppressed the urge to reach for the blade I always carried.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I looked over to the girl beside me, her wide, vacant eyes catching mine.<br />
&#8220;Sorry.&#8221; I murmured to no one in particular, she was already half way down the corridor.<br />
Quietly, methodically, I berated my stupidity, gently pinched my thigh, suppressed the urge to reach for the blade I always carried.</p>
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		<title>By: openeyes</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/approval/comment-page-6/#comment-461525</link>
		<dc:creator>openeyes</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 17:29:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kelly yelled at Sasha to come back, she knew that Sasha did not understand what was at stake. Sasha turned around and said &quot; you&#039;re not my mother, I don&#039;t need you approval&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Kelly yelled at Sasha to come back, she knew that Sasha did not understand what was at stake. Sasha turned around and said &#8221; you&#8217;re not my mother, I don&#8217;t need you approval&#8221;</p>
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