<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/TheKingofCharisma"><title>Impact"s Opinions - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/</link><description>My view point on Impact</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692627" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692539" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/691735" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692627"><title>"The Road"</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692627</link><description>It's just me, And The Road, Winding turning, A rolller coaster ride, Where will this road end? Not really sure? Sure of these feelings I just can't hide, Crackling leaves blow strong in the wind, Where will this road end? Where will it begin? Peace and tranquillity has slowly rendered my soul,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692539"><title>Unconditional love...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/692539</link><description>Love, love, love unconditional love. Is this real what I feel? Belief, greif, hankercheif. Condradicting with the after thought of life. Felt this Before? I have, I have not. I forgot. What it feels like to be loved...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/691735"><title>A HEART</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/TheKingofCharisma/691735</link><description>A heart is so delicate to the ever growing thought of love.The wind whispers sweet nothings into my soul,but echos so delicately in my mind.Mindless I become as each word from voluptuous lips reiterates itself with the sounds of the wind...</description></item></rdf:RDF>