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			<title>to my best friend.</title>
			<description>3:19 am...i wake up on cue as if waking up to the sound of you, except there is no sound of you, only the sound of me, the groan that escapes as i move my neck too fast, waking up enough to feel the throbbing pain in my head and my ribs and my ankle. it's been weird to sleep in my own bed again, it'..</description>
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			<title>morning sickness</title>
			<description>the sun comes up while ithink about how you&amp;rsquo;re going down..slippingand sinking on the jagged rocky coast oflife.i have no words to fit this real lifegreeting card loss.get well soon,sorry for your loss,and i feel sorry for my losses,counting them on fingers.then counting th..</description>
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