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		<title>By: RaineWorks</title>
		<link>http://www.raineklover.com/2009/09/silenced-or-not/comment-page-1/#comment-396</link>
		<dc:creator>RaineWorks</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 05:15:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Debi, Thank you - the words just spilled out - I&#039;ve been having my own tug of war with speaking my truth or just going with the blogging equivalent of small talk. I HATE small talk.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Debi, Thank you &#8211; the words just spilled out &#8211; I&#8217;ve been having my own tug of war with speaking my truth or just going with the blogging equivalent of small talk. I HATE small talk.</p>
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		<title>By: debi</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:42:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I saw this morning and was blown away.  I am back to look again, to re-read this poem. I have felt this way for a year or more - even told someone I felt this way, especially on my blog, feeling I should keep quiet about things when I didn&#039;t want to, said I felt like I showed up to the door of my blog with my mouth duct-taped and my hands tied behind my back.  I know, I know, a bit dramatic, but true - it drove me crazy.  So I finally had to open my mouth, break through my own self-imposed silence, fearing consequences.  Now?  I feel free.

THIS is amazing.  YOU are amazing.

Debi</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I saw this morning and was blown away.  I am back to look again, to re-read this poem. I have felt this way for a year or more &#8211; even told someone I felt this way, especially on my blog, feeling I should keep quiet about things when I didn&#8217;t want to, said I felt like I showed up to the door of my blog with my mouth duct-taped and my hands tied behind my back.  I know, I know, a bit dramatic, but true &#8211; it drove me crazy.  So I finally had to open my mouth, break through my own self-imposed silence, fearing consequences.  Now?  I feel free.</p>
<p>THIS is amazing.  YOU are amazing.</p>
<p>Debi</p>
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