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			<title>Kids These Days</title>
			<description>Immature kids like to curse for no apparent reason. AT ALL. That. Is. Annoying.</description>
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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>The frustrations.</description>
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			<title>The Arrogant Sun</title>
			<description>It is so hot outside and this person is challenging the sun.</description>
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			<title>Look Up at the Nothingness</title>
			<description>Next time you're outside at nightLook up.And point in any direction.&amp;nbsp;If the line were traveled Would you eventually run into something?The only thing seperating your tiny finger From the tremendous star 13 million lightyears awayIs a very large amount of Precisely &amp;nbsp;No..</description>
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			<title>Ignorant Fury and the Battlefield of Profanity and Depression</title>
			<description>It tears my heartI am watching from the sidelinesAnd it tears my heartA transparent husband and wife.What you seeIs what you get&amp;nbsp;But thenThere is&amp;nbsp;this daughter.A daughter.I must be in unisonWith the simple factThe daughter is melodramaticThe animosity inside herIt gets the best of ..</description>
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			<title>This Crazy Place</title>
			<description>I just thought:

What if the moment right before we die we see what the meaning of life is. But the world has set us up so precise that we are unable to tell anyone else?</description>
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			<title>Addicted</title>
			<description>The feeling of loneliness</description>
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