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			<title>Dear Daddy</title>
			<description>The day from what I can remember, seems just a blur. I recall Mum mentioning the lumps on your neck, but you wouldn&amp;rsquo;t listen, stubborn some people would say. But I knew in my heart, that you just wanted to look after us, you were petrified it was all going to change. And you were right as alwa..</description>
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			<title>The Unknown</title>
			<description>The word &amp;lsquo;Unknown,&amp;rsquo; it seems so depressing, so negative. Like being unknown to the world, invisible. Like awaiting unknown answers, so eagerly. But I think indulging in a life of the unknown sounds good to me.&amp;nbsp;You see, if nobody knows your feelings, your life, the truth, then no..</description>
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