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			<title>forest </title>
			<description>inside this forest that consumes me i ponder my existence, should i let go, fall back into the grass that lies bellow me or just keep fixed here listing to the world pass me by. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>love lost</title>
			<description>it feels as if there is an invisible wall between us, unseeable yet unbreakable spaced from the world surrounded buy these walls that muffle sound. but in a sense i feel safe, insulated from the sun and the wind and the rain, all of it unnatural and perfect. &amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>rot</title>
			<description>This coffin we call our mind i continually claw. pleading with what ever is out their in this ever growing world to set me free. inside i scream, laugh and weep gazing continually up at the wooden boards that trap me. at times this coffin is capsulated in warmth and sun but now it feels as if only d..</description>
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			<title>the medium of sleep</title>
			<description>he sat alone, wondering how long before he had to move again. he could feel the man approaching, though no sound was audible he could sense the small feet almost gliding on the paved stone. He was up again fighting the screaming pain pouring from every limb and muscle in his body, He floundered in t..</description>
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