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	<title>Comments on: The Woman I Would Like To Become</title>
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		<title>By: Hasan</title>
		<link>http://www.bekhsoos.com/web/2009/09/the-woman-i-would-like-to-become/comment-page-1/#comment-113</link>
		<dc:creator>Hasan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 23:51:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Randa, great piece. I wish I can say I feel your pain or know how it feels to be trapped. I can only read what you write, learn from you and get inspired by what you endure.

Do not let go, I am sure you will wake up a woman one day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Randa, great piece. I wish I can say I feel your pain or know how it feels to be trapped. I can only read what you write, learn from you and get inspired by what you endure.</p>
<p>Do not let go, I am sure you will wake up a woman one day.</p>
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		<title>By: S.Shabby</title>
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		<dc:creator>S.Shabby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 00:04:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>randa this is a superb article. amazing. 

i love the way you express yourself with such passion.

if only things were the way we dreamed them to be or wished them to be. if only you could be the woman you wish to be or amahl the boy or me - undecided and just wanna be in the middle. 

if only everything was that simple. inspirational article that truly touches you deep inside when you realize the passion it is written by.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>randa this is a superb article. amazing. </p>
<p>i love the way you express yourself with such passion.</p>
<p>if only things were the way we dreamed them to be or wished them to be. if only you could be the woman you wish to be or amahl the boy or me &#8211; undecided and just wanna be in the middle. </p>
<p>if only everything was that simple. inspirational article that truly touches you deep inside when you realize the passion it is written by.</p>
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		<title>By: amahl</title>
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		<dc:creator>amahl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:04:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i &lt;3 you randa!! and i &lt;3 your writing! you write so beautifully.

i know the feeling. the boy inside me is screaming!

today i was the mall and lots of people were staring, esp the teenage boys. at my face. at my breasts. back at my face. they couldnt tell if i was a boy or a girl. and they came up to me and pretended they were asking how to find something in the supermarket. i knew they were lying. they talked to me in the male pronoun. since its safer that way, if theyre not sure. i tried not to loose my temper. i tried not to cry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i &lt;3 you randa!! and i &lt;3 your writing! you write so beautifully.</p>
<p>i know the feeling. the boy inside me is screaming!</p>
<p>today i was the mall and lots of people were staring, esp the teenage boys. at my face. at my breasts. back at my face. they couldnt tell if i was a boy or a girl. and they came up to me and pretended they were asking how to find something in the supermarket. i knew they were lying. they talked to me in the male pronoun. since its safer that way, if theyre not sure. i tried not to loose my temper. i tried not to cry.</p>
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