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			<title>Journal 21/01/13</title>
			<description>I stayed up until 4 am last night.&amp;nbsp;My room mate has a two year old son that screams periodically throughout the night... she leaves him because he's &quot;learning to self soothe&quot; which means she's tired and too lazy to get out of bed and soothe him herself like a parent should.Instead she wants to ..</description>
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			<title>Dear D</title>
			<description>it's like i watched everything i had built slip away before my very eyes.maybe i knew for certain that i could do nothing to stop you. so i let everything play out.keeping a tentative and questioning hold on reality.maybe i knew you had sentenced our relationship before it began, you put it into a n..</description>
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			<title>Heavy Thoughts</title>
			<description>there was a boy at the party who wanted me, well of course all of them did but only one was suitable. of course it was the one who S told me has a girlfriend. a four year relationship or something retarded like that.&amp;nbsp;he looked, spoke and acted like D. i had a feeling about this night.what i lik..</description>
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			<title>A few months ago I said..</title>
			<description>I am in a recovery room. Confined to bed and window watching. Mozart the trusty teddy keeps me company. Even though he doesn't move or talk, his presence is still comforting.Sometimes I still talk to M on my phone... he will never come to see me anymore though. I think he's bored of me.He says he's ..</description>
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			<title>Journal 20/01/13</title>
			<description>Pink. The calm before the storm.&amp;nbsp;A lifetime of apathy is a sentence, that weighs heavy.Sometimes when people think they know you, it's more confusing then being misunderstood.My mind is constantly at work trying to rationalize every moment of life. Lately I notice times that I feel as if I'm in..</description>
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