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			<title>The Sea</title>
			<description>moves without question, and it doesn't hold back.It colors are endless.Sometimes crystal clear, and others it is a darken haze. &amp;nbsp;The sea does not fear. It doesn't second guess, nor feel ashamed for the beast it is. It gives its all every time, and doesn't feel sorry.&amp;nbsp;The se..</description>
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			<title>at a lost for words.</title>
			<description>How do&amp;nbsp;I describe this darkness that plaques me?When every thought is jumbled together, and the words continue to escape me.Breathing&amp;nbsp;has become quite diffcult, &amp;nbsp;and I feel as if I am being sufficated. I'm pleading for help, yet nothing comes out. Everything I see is in th..</description>
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			<description>The sun has just begun to rise. A new day has begun, and all I can think is damn, I'm still alive.&amp;nbsp;I take a look around, and notice my room has turned into a shrine of bad decisions and lousy attempts.The window is covered with sheets to keep the light out, yet in spite of my best efforts..</description>
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