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		<title>By: Iffath</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400862</link>
		<dc:creator>Iffath</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:22:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i look around the room
my gaze lingering on certain things
much longer than they
should be
i struggle to decipher why
exactly she wanted
me here
what she wanted me to find
and then i see it.
the centerpiece of all 
centerpieces
except this one hides a dark, dark truth
like no other</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i look around the room<br />
my gaze lingering on certain things<br />
much longer than they<br />
should be<br />
i struggle to decipher why<br />
exactly she wanted<br />
me here<br />
what she wanted me to find<br />
and then i see it.<br />
the centerpiece of all<br />
centerpieces<br />
except this one hides a dark, dark truth<br />
like no other</p>
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		<title>By: Smile your alive!</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400857</link>
		<dc:creator>Smile your alive!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:09:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The flower centerpiece was beautiful. It was filled with roses.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The flower centerpiece was beautiful. It was filled with roses.</p>
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		<title>By: just582</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400856</link>
		<dc:creator>just582</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 19:01:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There is a flower centerpiece on the dining room table. It&#039;s not real flowers. And it&#039;s dusty.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>There is a flower centerpiece on the dining room table. It&#8217;s not real flowers. And it&#8217;s dusty.</p>
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		<title>By: Alex Sharp</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400855</link>
		<dc:creator>Alex Sharp</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:59:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>As a child, I was always good at everything.
Golden, in fact.
AS I grew older I resented it because I was always the trophy child.
My mother&#039;s favorite centerpiece.
Her little robot.
Good at everything.
Fuck that.
I am the failure of the century. 
Trust me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>As a child, I was always good at everything.<br />
Golden, in fact.<br />
AS I grew older I resented it because I was always the trophy child.<br />
My mother&#8217;s favorite centerpiece.<br />
Her little robot.<br />
Good at everything.<br />
Fuck that.<br />
I am the failure of the century.<br />
Trust me.</p>
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		<title>By: Taylor K</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400854</link>
		<dc:creator>Taylor K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:59:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>On the mantle of my mother&#039;s life, I was the centrepiece. I was in some way, her greatest accomplishment. Where she had failed, fallen short or missed the opportunity, my existence seemed to counteract all of it. In her eyes I was her piece of perfection- the one thing she could not, and did not screw up. I came to understand this at a young age and I basked in her love and coddling, while my brother stood on the sidelines, watching our mother love me more. But as I grew older, the expectations rose and it became harder for me to please her. Being her beautiful, blonde ringleted, smiling daughter simply wasn&#039;t enough anymore. I needed to be smarter, I needed to be skinnier. Bad grades, weight gain, missing a ballet class, hitting a sharp note during the Christmas concert, even a bad hair day, were all unacceptable. The punishment of her silence when I failed was unbearable and I began to resent her and envy my brother. I longed to have his hollowed and dark features and black scraggly hair. I wished to be as forgotten and neglected, so that I could sneak off as easily as he did to the parties, to the danger, to the drugs. I craved to make mistakes, to get in trouble, to hurt and destroy. I longed to be hated by my mother. It seemed easier than living with the hate I harboured for myself everyday.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>On the mantle of my mother&#8217;s life, I was the centrepiece. I was in some way, her greatest accomplishment. Where she had failed, fallen short or missed the opportunity, my existence seemed to counteract all of it. In her eyes I was her piece of perfection- the one thing she could not, and did not screw up. I came to understand this at a young age and I basked in her love and coddling, while my brother stood on the sidelines, watching our mother love me more. But as I grew older, the expectations rose and it became harder for me to please her. Being her beautiful, blonde ringleted, smiling daughter simply wasn&#8217;t enough anymore. I needed to be smarter, I needed to be skinnier. Bad grades, weight gain, missing a ballet class, hitting a sharp note during the Christmas concert, even a bad hair day, were all unacceptable. The punishment of her silence when I failed was unbearable and I began to resent her and envy my brother. I longed to have his hollowed and dark features and black scraggly hair. I wished to be as forgotten and neglected, so that I could sneak off as easily as he did to the parties, to the danger, to the drugs. I craved to make mistakes, to get in trouble, to hurt and destroy. I longed to be hated by my mother. It seemed easier than living with the hate I harboured for myself everyday.</p>
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		<title>By: Alex Ainsworth</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400853</link>
		<dc:creator>Alex Ainsworth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:45:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The centerpiece of the room was a big clock. Big beautiful, and striking. It was the first think that Suzy saw when she entered the house, and also the last. It sent a chill down her spine when she realised this. This clock. was HER LIFE.

Yeah i kinda ran out of steam</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The centerpiece of the room was a big clock. Big beautiful, and striking. It was the first think that Suzy saw when she entered the house, and also the last. It sent a chill down her spine when she realised this. This clock. was HER LIFE.</p>
<p>Yeah i kinda ran out of steam</p>
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		<title>By: .</title>
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		<dc:creator>.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:32:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>g</description>
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		<title>By: nathan</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400851</link>
		<dc:creator>nathan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>somthing on the center of a table.used at holidays.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>somthing on the center of a table.used at holidays.</p>
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		<title>By: k654</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-6/#comment-400850</link>
		<dc:creator>k654</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:29:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Centerpiece. A beautiful arangement in the middle of a table. Many centerpieces are for hollidays or seasons. Its just plain without one.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Centerpiece. A beautiful arangement in the middle of a table. Many centerpieces are for hollidays or seasons. Its just plain without one.</p>
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		<title>By: Dlc</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/centerpiece/comment-page-5/#comment-400849</link>
		<dc:creator>Dlc</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2011 18:25:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The centerpiece laid proudly on the altar awaiting the marriage of the two lovers. The centerpiece of roses red draped the golden veil lain across the altar crowned with crosses bathed with oils.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The centerpiece laid proudly on the altar awaiting the marriage of the two lovers. The centerpiece of roses red draped the golden veil lain across the altar crowned with crosses bathed with oils.</p>
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