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		<title>By: Bob Kowchanski</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419038</link>
		<dc:creator>Bob Kowchanski</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 19:07:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I drag my sweaty meat rag down upon her filthy pigface, pausing to pant as the heat in the room continues to increase, causing the balls to part and the legs to redden.  I like it.  I deserve it.  I have been a bad man and I deserve to suffer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I drag my sweaty meat rag down upon her filthy pigface, pausing to pant as the heat in the room continues to increase, causing the balls to part and the legs to redden.  I like it.  I deserve it.  I have been a bad man and I deserve to suffer.</p>
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		<title>By: Tristi Wants Brainz</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419037</link>
		<dc:creator>Tristi Wants Brainz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It takes a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to do what I just did, but it will all be worth it in the end. I ran and ran, until I couldn&#039;t run anymore, my heart was exploding in my chest and I nearly collapsed at the pain in my rib cage, but I was in a run or die situation and I wasn&#039;t about to die. Panting like a dog left in the car on a hot day, I stopped and looked down at my abdomen. A thick crimson river slowly flowed and dried out of my wound. The amount of blood lost made me panic, but the depth I saw of the wound as I lifted my t-shirt made my pounding heart skip two beats. Two missed beats were all it took. I felt my wind pipe start to close up as I tried to steady my breathing. I was getting disoriented as I tried to sit down, but instead I fell to the ground. This was it. I was dying. My body trembled viciously and my breaths were beginning to get shorter and shorter. Until I finally gave up, and the world turned black.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>It takes a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to do what I just did, but it will all be worth it in the end. I ran and ran, until I couldn&#8217;t run anymore, my heart was exploding in my chest and I nearly collapsed at the pain in my rib cage, but I was in a run or die situation and I wasn&#8217;t about to die. Panting like a dog left in the car on a hot day, I stopped and looked down at my abdomen. A thick crimson river slowly flowed and dried out of my wound. The amount of blood lost made me panic, but the depth I saw of the wound as I lifted my t-shirt made my pounding heart skip two beats. Two missed beats were all it took. I felt my wind pipe start to close up as I tried to steady my breathing. I was getting disoriented as I tried to sit down, but instead I fell to the ground. This was it. I was dying. My body trembled viciously and my breaths were beginning to get shorter and shorter. Until I finally gave up, and the world turned black.</p>
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		<title>By: Paige</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419036</link>
		<dc:creator>Paige</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:56:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>working out is my favourite thing.  i love it. i love working hard, sweating. feeling sore the next day.  its fantastic. its empowering. it makes me feel like a real women.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>working out is my favourite thing.  i love it. i love working hard, sweating. feeling sore the next day.  its fantastic. its empowering. it makes me feel like a real women.</p>
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		<title>By: S</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419034</link>
		<dc:creator>S</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:54:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Sweating is good for ones health. It isn&#039;t the most fun thing; not by any means, but it keeps one alive. Sweating is an indication in a manner of speaking that you are living life. It means you are doing things that make you move, that keep you happy in a biological and in turn psychological manner. It releases enzymes that keep you happy in your darkest times. So to speak in a metaphorical manner; to sweat is to be happy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Sweating is good for ones health. It isn&#8217;t the most fun thing; not by any means, but it keeps one alive. Sweating is an indication in a manner of speaking that you are living life. It means you are doing things that make you move, that keep you happy in a biological and in turn psychological manner. It releases enzymes that keep you happy in your darkest times. So to speak in a metaphorical manner; to sweat is to be happy.</p>
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		<title>By: ignominius</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419033</link>
		<dc:creator>ignominius</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:52:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The sweat poured off his brow.  It dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.   With a shaking hand he wiped his eyes to restore his sight and then to remove some of the sweat.  Even as he wiped it away, more seem to appear like a waterfall.  

He had only a few minutes left to cut the wire...which one, red and it might be bang and it&#039;s all over, blue and all might be safe again!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The sweat poured off his brow.  It dripped into his eyes, blurring his vision.   With a shaking hand he wiped his eyes to restore his sight and then to remove some of the sweat.  Even as he wiped it away, more seem to appear like a waterfall.  </p>
<p>He had only a few minutes left to cut the wire&#8230;which one, red and it might be bang and it&#8217;s all over, blue and all might be safe again!</p>
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		<title>By: Alexander</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419032</link>
		<dc:creator>Alexander</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:42:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dirty. The thing I am afraid to do. What I am least comfortable with. Friends used to make fun of the way I smelled in middle school. They said it was a mix of old and dog pee. Ever since, I don&#039;t want to smell bad, ever. Because you never know. It&#039;s strange that to people sweat equates with hard work, for me it is weakness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Dirty. The thing I am afraid to do. What I am least comfortable with. Friends used to make fun of the way I smelled in middle school. They said it was a mix of old and dog pee. Ever since, I don&#8217;t want to smell bad, ever. Because you never know. It&#8217;s strange that to people sweat equates with hard work, for me it is weakness.</p>
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		<title>By: spacialle</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419031</link>
		<dc:creator>spacialle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:38:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>it&#039;s so hot.  sweat beads on my face.  i look for something else to drink, ice cream, anything.  a cold shower, again?  it&#039;s like this everyday between 9 am and 2 pm.  that&#039;s the tropics at the beach.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>it&#8217;s so hot.  sweat beads on my face.  i look for something else to drink, ice cream, anything.  a cold shower, again?  it&#8217;s like this everyday between 9 am and 2 pm.  that&#8217;s the tropics at the beach.</p>
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		<title>By: Laura</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419030</link>
		<dc:creator>Laura</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:30:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>He said he should shower, he was sweaty from the gym, but she couldn&#039;t wait. She had him on the welcome mat.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>He said he should shower, he was sweaty from the gym, but she couldn&#8217;t wait. She had him on the welcome mat.</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419029</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:30:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t want to look back. I wanted to keep running and never think about anything that happened to me in the past. I wanted to feel the cold wind beat against my skin, feel the sweat pour down my face blinding my vision. Because I didn&#039;t want to see anything else than what was ahead of me. But I turned around anyway. I tripped on my own feet, and fell on the grass, cutting my palms, still trying to hard not to care about anything than what was ahead of me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>I didn&#8217;t want to look back. I wanted to keep running and never think about anything that happened to me in the past. I wanted to feel the cold wind beat against my skin, feel the sweat pour down my face blinding my vision. Because I didn&#8217;t want to see anything else than what was ahead of me. But I turned around anyway. I tripped on my own feet, and fell on the grass, cutting my palms, still trying to hard not to care about anything than what was ahead of me.</p>
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		<title>By: jasminalise</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/sweat/comment-page-9/#comment-419028</link>
		<dc:creator>jasminalise</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 18:29:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Blood, i tried so hard, I&#039;m so tired. I don&#039;t want to fight any more. its so hot. Why am i still dealing with all of this. I need to get some things off my chest. I&#039;m sweating, i can&#039;t breathe anymore. Leave me alone, i need someone to come and rescue me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Blood, i tried so hard, I&#8217;m so tired. I don&#8217;t want to fight any more. its so hot. Why am i still dealing with all of this. I need to get some things off my chest. I&#8217;m sweating, i can&#8217;t breathe anymore. Leave me alone, i need someone to come and rescue me.</p>
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