<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2026 03:53:04 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@mamabear2017/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Two]]></title><description><![CDATA[Every morning she says to herself A broken heart A broken smile There's no fixing this broken soul. When she sees him for the first time she changes her words maybe a love as strong as the bond we have]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/two</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/two</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[mamabear2017]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2018 23:03:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Little Fingers]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ten toes Ten fingers multiply both by two and add arms, legs and arms. One cute button nose and a face that kinda resembles Curious George. When awake he is aware When asleep he is peaceful. Ah the envy]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/little-fingers</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/little-fingers</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[mamabear2017]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2018 22:56:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[My last breath]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I think to myself, why? Why go through all of this if the only thing I get in return is pain. Also the idea of death popping into my silly little brain? Why put myself through this. The only]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/my-last-breathe</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@mamabear2017/my-last-breathe</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[mamabear2017]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2017 03:59:12 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Another Statistic]]></title><description><![CDATA[after yelling and after screaming it seems like my lungs can't get enough air and my eyes burn as though these tears were made of acid the pain is too surreal to explain as you walk away my heartaches]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/broken/@mamabear2017/another-statistic</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/broken/@mamabear2017/another-statistic</guid><category><![CDATA[broken]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[mamabear2017]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2017 23:48:48 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>