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		<description><![CDATA[I take one bite and then another.  A couple of minutes in, the bland food that I consume cannot satisfy my anxiety driven, early morning binge.  I&#8217;m going in for something deeper &#8211; more threatening &#8211; yet possibly more fulfilling.&#8230;  <a href="http://www.thisismatt.net/blog/2010/02/20/the-storm-is-coming/">continue reading</a> &#187;]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I take one bite and then another.  A couple of minutes in, the bland food that I consume cannot satisfy my anxiety driven, early morning binge.  I&#8217;m going in for something deeper &#8211; more threatening &#8211; yet possibly more fulfilling.  The time is running out.  I&#8217;ve got more of a burden than I can stand holding.  So I&#8217;m falling down.  Once I fall down, I won&#8217;t get back up.  So I crawl and then I run.  I&#8217;m running.  I can&#8217;t tell the difference between the rumble in the air and that resulting from panic.  It is catching up with me and I&#8217;m losing control&#8230;  A human can only go so far without losing control.  I&#8217;m just a boy.  A boy can fall flat on his face and get back up.  A boy keeps running.  He waits until later to release his cry.  A girl?  A girl can fall flat on her face and release the cry immediately.  It may be the immediacy of the cry that gets her out alive.  A boy?  A boy waits. Until it&#8217;s too late.  But soon I realize that <em>no one</em> can run fast enough from the approaching storm.  It&#8217;s too late; I stop running.  I have given up.  I accept that the bitter storm is coming.</p>
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