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      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Mar 2007 23:24:00 -0400</pubDate>
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      <title>The Dustspeck Screamed</title>
      <description>I can remember being as young as 6 or 7, in first grade, and not being happy. I can remember being jealous of my sister who was carefree and friendly. I can remember thinking it was so hard to do the right thing, say the right thing, have the right thing. I didn&amp;#39;t know what was wrong with me. I just thought I was wrong. Personally, all about me, was wrong. And I thought, I have to change myself. 
 
As I got older these feelings got worse....</description>
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