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			<title>April 24 2015</title>
			<description>I'd been searching for so long...through places, songs, smells, replaying memories in my head. i'd been digging deep for inspiration. then one day I played track eleven. And I can't believe I hadn't thought about it before. It's 2:25 seconds of a memory bottled up and preserved. Forever. 2:25 second..</description>
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			<title>april 14th 2015</title>
			<description>I'd never thought he'd be this hard to forget.&amp;nbsp;Somewhere there's a someonewho wants to know if I'm alrightBut somewhere there's a someonewith someone else tonightOur roles have changed.The memories are so alive. The scenes are playing themselves out in front of me over and over. There is nothin..</description>
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			<title>after first encounter: waking up</title>
			<description>I woke up feeling like the happiest person in the world. The three ciders I'd had the night before surely had left my memories in a blur.There was music, there were people. He was smiling. The sparkle that lit in his eyes when he smiles had burnt itself onto my memory. He had walked me home. That wa..</description>
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			<title>Track Eleven: Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Time and space were tenacious following the ending. Our ending. There was no time for sleep, yet no time for staying awake.&amp;nbsp;I was living in a purgatory of memories. The city's streets and buildings had turned into theatre props from the play that was our story. You were everywhere....your [blah..</description>
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			<title>Track Eleven: Chapter 1</title>
			<description>He held her closely as they said goodbye. His gentle hand wiped tears below her eye. He smiled and held her closely to his chest. He told her that she was his very best. For every minute, tighter the embrace. He looked at her and memorised her face.That's how I'd hoped he'd say goodbye. Instead he g..</description>
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			<title>Track Eleven: first encounter</title>
			<description>Eventually I fell asleep. [end of previous chapter]Through a blur of&amp;nbsp;drunkenness&amp;nbsp;and flickering shades from dancing people, my eyes were drawn to a gloomy figure. He was sitting on a bar stool with his xxth pint of beer as his only company.As the band sang [insert suitable lyrics], I was c..</description>
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			<title>Track Eleven</title>
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			<title>Track Eleven</title>
			<description>Prologue:I don't know a lot about physics. That's who I am; the person who doesn't know a lot about physics. The person who can't possible be able to enjoy watching The Big Bang Theory, cause she's to thick to get any of their science related jokes. Only when they once in a while chuck in a pun or t..</description>
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