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			<title>12:47 AM</title>
			<description>12:47... 12:47My thoughts battle between words and sleep... Memories or sleep?His spirit is so present here with me, as I lay in my old room in my parents' house. This is where it all began... the journey of us discovering each other and ourselves.  It's a story that often begs to be told, cryin..</description>
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			<title>Back to the Beach</title>
			<description>I hate when you are trying so hard not to think about someone but they invade your dreams anyway. You are happy to see them because you miss them...but sad it isn't real at all.</description>
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			<title>The Beach</title>
			<description>A friend told me they would meet me in a dream. How would I know how to find them? They said they would be at the beach...</description>
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