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			<title>Memo for the moment</title>
			<description>just read it</description>
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			<title>Destruction of the Imaginary</title>
			<description>I lost an incredible friendship due to an aversion to reality.</description>
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			<title>Let</title>
			<description>Stages of my mentality through rough times.</description>
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			<title>Justin</title>
			<description>This is about my brother.</description>
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			<title>Thought</title>
			<description>In this world we grow up to move on, but what are we moving on, for?&amp;nbsp;Can it be fora day, a life, a line, a love?to live, to die,&amp;nbsp;to watch it go by.to hurt, to laugh, to lie,&amp;nbsp;to go back.to cheer, to fear&amp;nbsp;to want to disappear.&amp;nbsp;I live to live..</description>
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			<title>Sacrifice</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Laughing I walked down a black wood pierThe tender wood burned holes into my feetThe salt breeze seemed a stigmata A tear traveled down my face, down to touch my chin and drips off where it lands at the apex of mychest, then slides down to fall untomy pale charred feet, whe..</description>
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			<title>The Cherry Blossom</title>
			<description>Love, heartbreak, and glitter.</description>
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