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&lt;p&gt;ive got a sore throat, but i can keep on screaming. i dont know where all this, all of you, or me, will end up. but i do know one thing. my hands arent strong enough to hold in these screams.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://feelingfiction.tumblr.com/post/48343709584</link><guid>http://feelingfiction.tumblr.com/post/48343709584</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 03:21:35 -0400</pubDate><category>writeworld</category><category>writers block</category><category>block</category></item></channel></rss>
