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			<title>February 11, 2009</title>
			<description>i found my cut up jerseys the other night from this accident in indoor soccer last year... 
i still have no idea what happened that night... </description>
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			<title>My Predicament.</title>
			<description>i was reading though an old journal and so this is just an old writing from like last year when i was going through a hard timeee and i thought id just add it on here.</description>
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			<title>Forever&amp;Always&lt;3</title>
			<description>It's the way he walks, with such confidence.The way he looks at me, with those gorgeous blue eyes.Its the way he plays with me that leaves me into the resulting questions of... Why? How? and Can it be?I find myself thinking. pondering. believing. he is my everything in short of God.My mind..</description>
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