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			<title>Gray. </title>
			<description>There was nothing great or happy about this type of day. The clouds were filled with rain and looked like they were&amp;nbsp;about to combust at any moment and the sun hid itself&amp;nbsp;away from sight behind the clouds.&amp;nbsp;A tired yawn came from a small&amp;nbsp;female as she turned in her bed to let emera..</description>
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			<title>. N o . F u t u r e .</title>
			<description>A story about kyo from dir en grey.   </description>
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			<title>. H e l l o . G o o d b y e . </title>
			<description>it was only for a few moments, but in that moment, you toke something that cannot be given back.</description>
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