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			<title>not sure of the title yet though...</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Love and Hate are completely not compatible, but in so many ways they are...&amp;nbsp;When I decide that I like a person,&amp;nbsp;it's that much easier when they like me in the same essence.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He decides to ask me out on a romantic date,&amp;nbsp;but it's a su..</description>
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			<title>Lifeless</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Life.What does the word &amp;quot;life&amp;quot; mean to you?What motivates you to get out of bed in the morning and see the scintillating light coming through your bedroom window, rather than let the darkness seep through your body, devouring all the life and good that was left in you and filling..</description>
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			<title>Passion</title>
			<description>He was grace,in name and in essence.To those he loved he exuded strength, life, laughter, and light.But to me, also sorrow.For circumstance had bound him to my best friend,through whom we met in the warmth and serenity of his home.Nothing from the first day I saw him,&amp;nbsp;and no one h..</description>
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			<title>Potent</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Almost as potent as the inspiration you give me to plumb the deepest fathoms of my soul. To where in the deepest trenches where the wounds lie, even the most intensive and fiery passion of love could not fill those gaping punctures. But only the one, fallaciou..</description>
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