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			<title>boy</title>
			<description>this is about a boy....</description>
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			<title>Today</title>
			<description>thoughts seem to appear as if in a slide show, except I don't hold the clicker...</description>
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			<title>Morning</title>
			<description>this is usually how I start my day....</description>
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			<title>Suicide note turned to prayer</title>
			<description>Losing friends is ugly....the life that comes after is worse.</description>
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			<title>love the air, you were never really here</title>
			<description>I created in my head a false infatuation over someone I knew would be leaving me.  I did so to add drama to my otherwise mundane life.  As a hopeless romantic, I crave this s**t.</description>
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			<title>O'er the Saline Waves</title>
			<description>Ode to my bro......off to Iraq.</description>
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