<?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/mocca"><title>My Journey  - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/</link><description> For my brothers, and more</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/mocca/485804" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485603" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485422" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468732" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468137" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467923" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467480" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467334" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467141" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/466924" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485804"><title>Such lovely words</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485804</link><description>COMPUTER LOVE 3. I remember what you said to me before. Such lovely words. You bring a smile to my face, And my pulse starts to race. Such lovely words. You said that when we talk, “Words are being drawn from a place deep inside, You are unable to hide, What has never been explored before”, Such...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485603"><title>After a while of writing messages</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485603</link><description>COMPUTER LOVE 2. After a while of writing messages, Sometimes I think of you, And I wonder why. I find myself looking forward to the next time we meet, Our online conversations have become a real treat, After a while of writing messages, We agree communication is the key, Once we have that we can...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485422"><title>MY JOURNAL </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/485422</link><description>COMPUTER LOVE 1. Is this real? Or cyber love. But I feel, and taste it. Something new, Consequently exciting. But am I qualified yet? I want to believe, I do believe. Words that imply so much. Just expression, For that moment in time, To touch me, or for me to touch. Just making a coffee, Or in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468732"><title>BLOOD SPORT</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468732</link><description>Hunting when not hungry I took up an offer and accepted a challenge, to be part of some so called sport. For education and understanding it confirmed what I had thought. We each are given our own choice and also our own will, But with the thought that none of us would unnecessarily kill. I herd...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468137"><title>I FELT LIKE SINGING TODAY, SO I DID</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/468137</link><description>I felt like singing today, so I did When I woke up, It was one of those days, With intense sun rays, Already shinning, Everything was great, A swing in my step, Even the post man was smiling. As I prepared my breakfast, I started to sing, “The sun is shinning, And the weather is sweet, Makes you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467923"><title>The beauty within</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467923</link><description>BEAUTY Let beauty into your life and you will be beautiful. Approaching in many forms with its roots out stretched. Grasping it is a diverse journey. But to obtain it and hold on tight as the winds blow, Is a skill. Within a thorny silhouette, It is hard to grasp, And in the midst of living its...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467480"><title>Self Harm</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467480</link><description>AND I BLEED Cut me and I bleed, My life runs free, I am blessed to bleed, Rich and vibrant, For all to see. My blood is my power, My power is me. I hurt when cut, And cut when hurt, Can’t anyone see? Inside I feel gain, Outside I remain sane, Understand my pain. Is it right to let some of me run...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467334"><title>Trying to survive as a woman and a mother</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467334</link><description>To be a mother, is life its self, Everything was so right, when as one we made two. Created my everything, a gift to watch over, With unconditional love, that gift was you. My precious gift, for now you are mine, Remember you’re borrowed, for moment in time. Accept my reward with pride, although...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467141"><title>Did only what I allowed you to do.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/mocca/467141</link><description>LETTING GO My head is throbbing, I can hear my brain ticking, Or is that my heart. Now hold on, Am I thinking straight? But non conventional is a start. 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