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		<description>The original writings of author melancholy </description>
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			<title>The Curious Tale Of Mei Kale</title>
			<description>Looking for critiques</description>
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			<title>day 4</title>
			<description>todayhe told mehow he thoughtthat one daythe worldas we know itwould end&amp;nbsp;and he told me&amp;nbsp;that he would wantmeto be therebeside himas the earth crumbled&amp;nbsp;and i thinkthat he has&amp;nbsp;maybe&amp;nbsp;begun to believein the liecalled lovejust as i have</description>
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			<title>day 3</title>
			<description>and i startedto wonder&amp;nbsp;maybe he was my escapemy rabbit holemy way to wonderland&amp;nbsp;but then i thought&amp;nbsp;i could never be his rabbit holei could never be his wonderland&amp;nbsp;and for me to deprive himof the madnessof freedom&amp;nbsp;would be to deprivean angelof itswings</description>
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			<title>day 2</title>
			<description>and as our handstouchedand his warmthradiated on me&amp;nbsp;i couldnt helpbut have a thoughtof hopeof madness&amp;nbsp;that maybethe lie called loveheld hidden partsof truth</description>
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			<title>day 1</title>
			<description>we sat amongst the grasson a hillwhere we always didand thought aboutmany thingslike how depressingthe human race isour earth could beengulfed bythe sunand people would still bewaitingfor a liecalled love</description>
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