<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18718603</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:02:11.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered To Pieces</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredtopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18718603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredtopieces.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morbid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17083974242505969851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18718603.post-113134485249356424</id><published>2005-11-06T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:27:32.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>The girl without a bullet cuts her wrists&lt;br /&gt;The guy without friends uses his fists&lt;br /&gt;The man who will make you cry is the one&lt;br /&gt;The boy without something to hold onto grabs the gun&lt;br /&gt;The kid who lives in fear does not live at all&lt;br /&gt;The child who never flies is just afraid to fall&lt;br /&gt;The lady with the drinking problems smashes the glass&lt;br /&gt;The senior in the back thinks the war hasn't passed&lt;br /&gt;The daughter who's rejected will never come back&lt;br /&gt;The teenager once abused won't hesitate to attack&lt;br /&gt;The son without a father will never forgive&lt;br /&gt;The father without a son wishes to relive&lt;br /&gt;The mother with so many losses will leech&lt;br /&gt;The teacher who refuses to learn cannot teach&lt;br /&gt;The person who always hates will never be loved&lt;br /&gt;The one who does not ask wonders what the answer was&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worth dieing for is the only thing worth living for&lt;br /&gt;Except when these people decide it's just not worth it anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18718603-113134485249356424?l=shatteredtopieces.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shatteredtopieces.blogspot.com/feeds/113134485249356424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18718603&amp;postID=113134485249356424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18718603/posts/default/113134485249356424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18718603/posts/default/113134485249356424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shatteredtopieces.blogspot.com/2005/11/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>Morbid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17083974242505969851</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
