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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Once I believed myself to be quite intelligent.I wonder now how I ever assumed to&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;anything morethan what goes on behindmy eyelids, my own little spheres ofknowledge.What I presume to know may very well just be vapor.This upsets my entire perception of the worldand at times I have to q..</description>
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			<title>Chapter of Loathing</title>
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			<title>5 minute freewrite</title>
			<description>Sadly I looked down the stairwell and saw that things would never be the same. I would never see her again, never know what was going on in her mind or my mind with her. We were so disjointed but never when we were together. It was unreal, a swell in the darkness of the many things I didn&amp;rsquo;t kn..</description>
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