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			<title>Exsist</title>
			<description>Settle down, get married, start a family... Die alone anyways. </description>
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			<title>The Journey Home. </title>
			<description>Winter thaws and flowsfrom the Wind Rivers to homewhere spring awaits me.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>It ain't apathy. </title>
			<description>March 23rd, 2012He spoke dehydrated words that fell lazily in a slur from behind a masked wisdom.&amp;nbsp;What's the other option kid? Live slow and safe and boring and eventually die one gray hair at a time like the rest of these tools?&quot;With the outrageous night of previous trailing at his heels like ..</description>
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			<title>The weekend I knew my other half. </title>
			<description>November 21, 2011.&amp;nbsp;I awoke to the still sound of silence that lay heavy and obvious after a storm. The windows above my bed were glazed with frost but through the pane I could hear the Magpies chirping. The Chris LeDoux playlist I left playing the last night was quietly spilling harmony into th..</description>
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