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			<title>November 12 </title>
			<description>there are days I feel like nothing, never felt so alone. until I look away beyond my place and imagine finding where I belong. I recognize I am young yet you say I know zilch, one thing is true,. I know how I feel. I feel emptiness, nothing here excites me anymore.boredom sets in, imagine a life so ..</description>
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			<title>My Mind, sometimes</title>
			<description>This is me, this is who I tend to be at times. Hard to explain out loud so I took the time to write it. Its a little confusing, and maybe I'm a little lost. 
That's okay. 
Here it is. </description>
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