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			<title>I Know...</title>
			<description>	I don't know why, I just did. My patience was slowly slipping out of my controlling grasp. Once more, and I snapped. I''m not sure whether I wanted to do it or not, but i did know that it was bad.&amp;nbsp;	I can't say I'm perfect, no one is. But I do know, that I have a long ways to go to get closer t..</description>
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			<title>Fleeting</title>
			<description>Fleeting.That's what it is.A short moment to be experience.Like an explosion,never to be seen again.Like nature,never to take time to see the beauty around.Like art,&amp;nbsp;admired only for mere seconds,but never more.All this is short lived.It is never eternal.Too great and evil to be everlasting.Tha..</description>
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