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			<title>LIfe, Time and my closest friend on a drunken night in November</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I sit alone staring at the blank nothingness of an all-too-familiar wall.&amp;nbsp; The wall and I go way back....Hell, I've been here for two hours.&amp;nbsp; Ahhh...I remember two hours ago.&amp;nbsp; Two hours ago when life made sense.&amp;nbsp; What happened to those good old glory days of two hour prio..</description>
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			<title>Sole fear</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;F u Ck.&amp;nbsp;I c&amp;nbsp;An&amp;rsquo;t d othis...The y&amp;rsquo;l l sE e I&amp;rsquo;mu nsTab le.&amp;nbsp;tH ey won &amp;lsquo;tl et me gO!&amp;nbsp;Stop!&amp;nbsp;Breathe.&amp;nbsp;Ok&amp;hellip;think this through&amp;hellip;we&amp;rsquo;re ok&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;They can&amp;rsquo;t find out, if we&amp;rsquo;re ok.&amp;nbsp;Cool ra..</description>
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