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		<title>By: Jewel Lightraye</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jewel Lightraye</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 19:29:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A few seagulls careened past my window, casting fluttering shadows across my perpetually catastrophic work desk. I sat alone on my bedsheets, rumpled from another restless nights sleep, and listened intently. I wasn&#039;t quite sure why I was suddenly struck by the typical silence surrounding my life, as I usually put great effort into shifting my attention away from it. Still, I guess you can only go so long before the understated gravity of such things broadsides you.
The sudden sound of birdwings was oddly comforting in light of those resurfacing thoughts, reminding me that benevolent life still existed outside of this lonely place I called home... outside and close enough to touch, which was more than I could say for the few other lives I treasured. I was at least close enough for the birds to seek solace in. As for my source of hope, well... 
I let out a sigh, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but the sudden ache in my ribs spited me, too sharp and real to stay hidden in there. For a moment I frustratedly considered running to the window and telling those damn seagulls about it, but that would&#039;ve been criminally uncool. True, the puppets scattered around my lonely room had heard about this a hundred times before, but I didn&#039;t feel like repeating myself, even for the sake of alleviating this recurring melancholy. 
See, shouting into the void wasn&#039;t an issue. The ocean depths beyond these four walls couldn&#039;t respond, and didn&#039;t seem to care all that much anyway. The real problem was that I stored my secrets in my fingertips, and maybe I was secretly too used to this silence to risk forever shattering it, even if I&#039;d never admit that, not even to the gulls. 
The problem was that you can only live under such pressure for so long, and I knew that my heart had already started to crack.
What irony. 
Sometimes it really sucked to be the last man on earth.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>A few seagulls careened past my window, casting fluttering shadows across my perpetually catastrophic work desk. I sat alone on my bedsheets, rumpled from another restless nights sleep, and listened intently. I wasn&#8217;t quite sure why I was suddenly struck by the typical silence surrounding my life, as I usually put great effort into shifting my attention away from it. Still, I guess you can only go so long before the understated gravity of such things broadsides you.<br />
The sudden sound of birdwings was oddly comforting in light of those resurfacing thoughts, reminding me that benevolent life still existed outside of this lonely place I called home&#8230; outside and close enough to touch, which was more than I could say for the few other lives I treasured. I was at least close enough for the birds to seek solace in. As for my source of hope, well&#8230;<br />
I let out a sigh, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but the sudden ache in my ribs spited me, too sharp and real to stay hidden in there. For a moment I frustratedly considered running to the window and telling those damn seagulls about it, but that would&#8217;ve been criminally uncool. True, the puppets scattered around my lonely room had heard about this a hundred times before, but I didn&#8217;t feel like repeating myself, even for the sake of alleviating this recurring melancholy.<br />
See, shouting into the void wasn&#8217;t an issue. The ocean depths beyond these four walls couldn&#8217;t respond, and didn&#8217;t seem to care all that much anyway. The real problem was that I stored my secrets in my fingertips, and maybe I was secretly too used to this silence to risk forever shattering it, even if I&#8217;d never admit that, not even to the gulls.<br />
The problem was that you can only live under such pressure for so long, and I knew that my heart had already started to crack.<br />
What irony.<br />
Sometimes it really sucked to be the last man on earth.</p>
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		<title>By: Nic S.</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/secret/comment-page-7/#comment-459448</link>
		<dc:creator>Nic S.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 18:06:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We all have secrets that we believe we have to keep. The truth, we say, may too unbearable for others to bear. Yet, Jesus said &quot;The truth shall set you free.&quot; Oh how our hearts have become conflicted.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>We all have secrets that we believe we have to keep. The truth, we say, may too unbearable for others to bear. Yet, Jesus said &#8220;The truth shall set you free.&#8221; Oh how our hearts have become conflicted.</p>
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		<title>By: saika</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/secret/comment-page-7/#comment-459447</link>
		<dc:creator>saika</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 18:04:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>betrayal, life, protection from oneself or from others, a burden, Everything that creates who we are...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>betrayal, life, protection from oneself or from others, a burden, Everything that creates who we are&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: crazygirl</title>
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		<dc:creator>crazygirl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:54:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t keep secrets! secrets annoy me sometimes. please don&#039;t keep secrets from me. yeah. haha. um. yeah. secret secret secret. can you keep a secret? i don&#039;t think anyone can nowadays....sucks but oh wells. i guess my biggest secret is myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I don&#8217;t keep secrets! secrets annoy me sometimes. please don&#8217;t keep secrets from me. yeah. haha. um. yeah. secret secret secret. can you keep a secret? i don&#8217;t think anyone can nowadays&#8230;.sucks but oh wells. i guess my biggest secret is myself.</p>
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		<title>By: Ela</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/secret/comment-page-7/#comment-459445</link>
		<dc:creator>Ela</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:46:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>they lie, they steal, they cheat, they hide behind corners all to run from the ears they should not hear, they should not know</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>they lie, they steal, they cheat, they hide behind corners all to run from the ears they should not hear, they should not know</p>
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		<title>By: Alicia in the Sky</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/secret/comment-page-7/#comment-459444</link>
		<dc:creator>Alicia in the Sky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:43:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The best secrets are the ones you only tell to one person. One marvelous person who is your confident and your everything. And they won&#039;t judge you. They won&#039;t leave you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The best secrets are the ones you only tell to one person. One marvelous person who is your confident and your everything. And they won&#8217;t judge you. They won&#8217;t leave you.</p>
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		<title>By: Ruben</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ruben</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:40:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had kept his name trapped in the crevasses of my lips. No one needed to know who had sparked the little heartstrings. No one at all. I wasn&#039;t sure of anything yet. I wasn&#039;t infatuated. Still, I was hopeful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I had kept his name trapped in the crevasses of my lips. No one needed to know who had sparked the little heartstrings. No one at all. I wasn&#8217;t sure of anything yet. I wasn&#8217;t infatuated. Still, I was hopeful.</p>
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		<title>By: green11</title>
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		<dc:creator>green11</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:36:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>she was still, and would not look up at the audience before her. &quot;what happened?&quot; the reporters kept asking. She would not speak. Her lawyers tried to push her past the crowd. She hadn&#039;t told her lawyers anything either. It was a secret, a secret she would keep till she was buried in her grave.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>she was still, and would not look up at the audience before her. &#8220;what happened?&#8221; the reporters kept asking. She would not speak. Her lawyers tried to push her past the crowd. She hadn&#8217;t told her lawyers anything either. It was a secret, a secret she would keep till she was buried in her grave.</p>
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		<title>By: bri</title>
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		<dc:creator>bri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:34:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Secrets are amazing things. We keep them locked up in the confines of our minds, secretyly praying for someone to come along and ask us to share with them.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Secrets are amazing things. We keep them locked up in the confines of our minds, secretyly praying for someone to come along and ask us to share with them.</p>
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		<title>By: Kiss My Freckle</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/secret/comment-page-7/#comment-459440</link>
		<dc:creator>Kiss My Freckle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2012 17:27:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>His lips were searching for secrets, and there were many to find. He devoured them all, left a shell behind. 

Grrr...running...out....of.....time.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>His lips were searching for secrets, and there were many to find. He devoured them all, left a shell behind. </p>
<p>Grrr&#8230;running&#8230;out&#8230;.of&#8230;..time.</p>
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