<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/">  <channel>    <title>Wattpad - by SimonLesser    </title>    <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss    </link>    <description>Wattpad - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories</description>    <image>      <title>Wattpad - by SimonLesser      </title>      <url>https://static.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1775593106</url>      <link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com?mode=1&amp;language=1&amp;lim=&amp;search=&amp;utm_source=rss      </link>    </image><item><title>Heart and Soul</title><link>https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/29759157-heart-and-soul-prologue?utm_source=rss</link><description>&lt;b&gt;SimonLesser / 13 pages&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I swallowed his words and they sat heavy in my stomach. Pulled down by their weight, the waves lapped at my face until they completely enveloped me. I choked on the darkness that surrounded me, my throat was tight, my lungs filled with his heavy, ...</description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I swallowed his words and they sat heavy in my stomach. Pulled down by their weight, the waves lapped at my face until they completely enveloped me. I choked on the darkness that surrounded me, my throat was tight, my lungs filled with his heavy, heavy words. Desmond wasn&apos;t my life preserver in this ocean of doubt - that was my mistake and greatest fear. He was my anchor. He was tied around my midsection, constricting and drowning me. I fumbled with the knots, trying to set myself free. The only way I would to be able to live is if I got out. And I couldn’t.</p><a href='https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/29759157-heart-and-soul-prologue?utm_source=rss'>Start Reading</a><figure><img src="https://img.yamur.dijitalkalp.com/cover/9802939-256-k281997.jpg" width="256" height="400" /><figcaption>Heart and Soul</figcaption></figure>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>