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			<description>To scream, would mean to free my soul.To tell you of your crime against us, would be to release a burden.To stand upon a point above all others, would mean I was in a proper place to scream.Just remember, this show is for you.Your vanity witholds my turmoil, I pray you are proud tonight.Sa..</description>
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			<title>A Terrible Warning</title>
			<description>This is only an over view of a story I may write, I do not know if I should just get though. This was inspired by a dear friend's story I read today. I miss him very much.</description>
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			<title>Blind to Ourselves</title>
			<description>One should never look down upon another.One should neverpoint a finger at another.One should neverassume of another.For their hands are neither clean.</description>
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			<title>A Diffrent Off Road Journey</title>
			<description>This scene is often played through my head. At times, I am glad I cannot drive a car.</description>
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			<title>and These Are My Branches</title>
			<description>How much more can the branch bend?and when it snaps?What then?What do you do?Will it ever recover?Will anyone water it?Will any one even care?</description>
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