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		<title>find me alone at 2 am (and leave me alone)</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2020 15:48:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[find me alone at 2 am (and leave me alone)]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you cried</p>
<p>when i talked to the sky</p>
<p>didn&#8217;t matter that</p>
<p>it wasn&#8217;t another guy</p>
<p>i had no one</p>
<p>you made sure</p>
<p>killing you</p>
<p>was my cure</p>
<p>i&#8217;ll lick the blood off my blade</p>
<p>no need to hide in dark and shade</p>
<p>they know</p>
<p>who you are</p>
<p>what you&#8217;ve done</p>
<p>They are quite aware</p>
<p>of the demon you&#8217;ve become</p>
<p>they say everyone deserves love</p>
<p>but i hope you get none</p>
<p>if there isn&#8217;t enough</p>
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		<title>But I guess different eyes see different things sometimes</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Mar 2019 18:00:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[but i guess different eyes see different things sometimes and you need a check up]]></description>
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<p>Do you remember the waves and not caring as much?&nbsp;</p>



<p>You were always good at talking never taking a punch&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>



<p>Let’s fight it out because&nbsp; that’s the base on which I grew up&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>



<p>I have the best points but I still don’t feel like it’s enough&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>you say you heal when you hurt</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2018 18:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[You never bought the ring &#160; You&#8217;re never listening &#160; Tell me what you mean &#160; When you’re rambling &#160; I’ll be what you need &#160; I’ll never let you down &#160; Maybe I live for greed &#160; Or I just live for now]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/healhurt.gif"><img decoding="async" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-635" src="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/healhurt.gif" alt="" width="1024" height="618" /></a></p>
<p>You never bought the ring</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>You&#8217;re never listening</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Tell me what you mean</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>When you’re rambling</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I’ll be what you need</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I’ll never let you down</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Maybe I live for greed</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Or I just live for now</p>
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		<title>silence</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2018 02:10:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[your weapon of choice you don&#8217;t use your voice what can words do for you? was anything you said, true? you always listened with your heart but in the end its what drifted us apart &#160;]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/gardens.gif"><img decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-598 size-full" src="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/gardens.gif" alt="" width="1024" height="683" /></a></p>
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<p>your weapon of choice</p>
<p>you don&#8217;t use your voice</p>
<p>what can words do for you?</p>
<p>was anything you said, true?</p>
<p>you always listened with your heart</p>
<p>but in the end its what drifted us apart</p>
<hr />
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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		<title>light all the candles</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2018 01:30:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; I guess you aren’t thinking of me And that’s okay &#160; Because I’m slowly starting to learn that I shouldn’t stay &#160; I need to close this chapter We need an end &#160; You always say you love me But are you even my friend? &#160; When you left it was real for me [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM.png"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-443" src="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM-300x139.png" alt="" width="300" height="139" srcset="https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM-300x139.png 300w, https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM-768x355.png 768w, https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM-1024x473.png 1024w, https://mandavi.ca/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/Screen-Shot-2018-02-08-at-11.19.30-AM-585x270.png 585w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">I guess you aren’t thinking of me</p>
<p class="p1">And that’s okay</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">Because I’m slowly starting to learn</p>
<p class="p1">that I shouldn’t stay</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">I need to close this chapter</p>
<p class="p1">We need an end</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">You always say you love me</p>
<p class="p1">But are you even my friend?</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">When you left it was real for me</p>
<p class="p1">Three years gone</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">But I moved I dyed my hair I changed</p>
<p class="p1">It didn’t feel wrong</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">But the only skeleton in my closet</p>
<p class="p1">Is you my dear</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">And I guess I should lock it</p>
<p class="p1">And look in the mirror</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">We kissed and killed each other love</p>
<p class="p1">You know that’s true</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p class="p1">It’s time to breathe out the old</p>
<p class="p1">And breathe in the new</p>
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		<title>enjoy where you are now</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 19:49:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[&#160; “Just enjoy where you are now &#160; I know its hard but my dear you need to put the space between where you are and where you want to be encourage you and not keep you up at night &#160; Because not only are there bags under your eyes but I can hear the [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>“Just enjoy where you are now</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I know its hard but my dear you need to put the space between where you are and where you want to be encourage you and not keep you up at night</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Because not only are there bags under your eyes but I can hear the desperation for power in your tone</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>In time you will be what you were meant to be</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>But please love</p>
<p>Sleep</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>And enjoy where you are now”</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>L.V</p>
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		<title>You&#8217;re Ever Gone</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2017 19:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Said is dead &#160; You said you loved me I said I’d never let you down But here we are (maybe said really is dead) &#160; There was this night in Edmonton that I felt so heavy without you I decided to smoke until my lungs were full with enough clouds to lift me from [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>Said is dead</em></p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>You said you loved me</p>
<p>I said I’d never let you down</p>
<p>But here we are</p>
<p>(maybe said really is dead)</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<hr />
<p><em>There was this night in Edmonton that I felt so heavy without you I decided to smoke until my lungs were full with enough clouds to lift me from that balcony that we used to cry on together. After 3 joints I forgot my name, but I still remembered yours.</em></p>
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<p>&#8211;</p>
<p>His fingers traced my right collar bone</p>
<p>Am I scared</p>
<p>Am I okay</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I still feel you on that couch</p>
<p>And it’s been empty ever since</p>
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		<title>i don&#8217;t think you were losing the game of life</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2017 19:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Tristan was problematic to our group from the very beginning. He was the rich kid with the newest iPod, always had the cool ‘zippo’ binders you could draw on, the huge mansion, all the perks in life that Jace and I could only dream of. But we were young kids when we met, you know, [&#8230;]]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Tristan was problematic to our group from the very beginning. He was the rich kid with the newest iPod, always had the cool ‘zippo’ binders you could draw on, the huge mansion, all the perks in life that Jace and I could only dream of. But we were young kids when we met, you know, when money doesn’t really matter much. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Fuck, I don’t know if you remember this but I hope you do. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was Jace’s 9th birthday party. We all went to his dad’s house and hung out in the basement all day while his dad told us crazy rock star stories from his old band days. I’m pretty sure Jace’s dad even showed us his belly button piercing that day, we were not impressed.  We ate a huge guitar cake that Jace’s mom had spent the day making. Anyways, I don’t remember at all what I bought Jace for his birthday, but I remember what you got him. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><strong><br />
</strong><span style="font-weight: 400;"><strong>The Game of Life: Toy Story Edition.</strong> </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">I made that it’s own paragraph to let you all know the importance of this board game in our lives. We played that board game non-stop for a year and a lot happened that year. That board game got us through my first year at the Christian school, away from them and my other friends. That game got Jace through his parent’s divorce, which we all knew would not end well. And Tristan? That’s the thing about him; I don’t remember Tristan’s hurdles as a young kid like us. It was when we got older that his demons came to play. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">So I hope you know that when I think of you I don’t think of you as the guy who hasn’t slept in weeks, smoking his 30th cigarette on my balcony, telling me he needs time on his own to think. I think of you as the guy who always helped everyone with their hurdles. Whether it was playing a stupid board game for the 50th time, or helping me with math homework that would give me panic attacks, or making Jace get on stage to perform for the first time ever at our elementary talent show, you were always there.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br />
</span><span style="font-weight: 400;">And I guess I just wish I were there for you the way you were for us. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"></p>
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		<title>take a knee*</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 Sep 2017 18:15:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The space between who I am and who I want to be Is so vast So confusing &#160; The reflection in mind consumes me My attention is not what you see &#160; I’m sorry]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The space between who I am and who I want to be</p>
<p>Is so vast</p>
<p>So confusing</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The reflection in mind consumes me</p>
<p>My attention is not what you see</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>I’m sorry</p>
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		<title>keep trying</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Amanda Vi]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2017 03:09:09 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[I know my words my sting They may stay lingering &#160; But please know At the start &#160; You were my heart &#160;]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know my words my sting</p>
<p>They may stay lingering</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>But please know</p>
<p>At the start</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>You were my</p>
<p>heart</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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