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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:depressedlove.blog.co.uk,2009-11-09:/</id><title>Cornflower Blues</title><link rel="self" href="http://depressedlove.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://depressedlove.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-09T02:56:11+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:depressedlove.blog.co.uk,2007-11-01:/2007/11/01/title~3230456/</id><title>title-3230456</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://depressedlove.blog.co.uk/2007/11/01/title~3230456/"/><author><name>Cornflower</name></author><published>2007-11-01T17:41:59+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:41:59+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Some days, baby steps are all that I can take.&lt;br&gt;
Even writing is difficult.&lt;br&gt;
Today, I feel pretty hopeless.  Helpless.  Lifeless.&lt;br&gt;
I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t particularly want to be around people either.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Life is a funny old thing.  Death too.&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I wonder if I am already dead?&lt;br&gt;
I feel like that sometimes.&lt;br&gt;
Is it possible that something has died inside me, so that I am unable to really live any more?&lt;br&gt;
And if I am dead, can I still love?&lt;br&gt;
Can I still love, if I cannot love myself?&lt;/p&gt;
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