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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>It is all in your head.</description>
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			<title>Nature is bland chaos</title>
			<description>Nature is bland chaosAll the world is alive, scurrying about their daily lives, They do not feel the prick of a thousand tiny knives.All around are hundreds, thousands of tiny golden threadsLives of meaning, lives of purpose, all is right within their heads.A tapestry of my failings to look upon for..</description>
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			<title>Understanding the Brink</title>
			<description>This is a poem I wrote when I thought about the things that people say about bi polar disorder when they think no one will care or hear. </description>
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