<?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-2382865254287416898</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:20:38.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>find urself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382865254287416898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134247606898493217</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-2382865254287416898.post-3784351691913291828</id><published>2011-11-19T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T20:41:55.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know one guy, who was in love with someone and he showed his all love for a girl in a way in which he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both was thinking to get married but after few time girl said "I was just playing with you, my sweetheart."&lt;br /&gt;These words were enough for that boy to die and he decided to kill himself bud couldn't commit sucide because of his family he thought about them and took decision to live with no heart that boy is almost a dead body now. He talks to people, he laughs, he plays, but in his heart, somewhere he is still alone and still could not believe what happened to him and mostly says it's fine...............&amp;nbsp; I can not say any thing more about that boy right now sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2382865254287416898-3784351691913291828?l=findinyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://findinyou.blogspot.com/feeds/3784351691913291828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://findinyou.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382865254287416898/posts/default/3784351691913291828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2382865254287416898/posts/default/3784351691913291828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://findinyou.blogspot.com/2011/11/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>vicky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14134247606898493217</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
