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			<title>Sleep Paralysis</title>
			<description>About sleep paralysis, lucid dreaming and general dreams</description>
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			<title>Forever Surreal</title>
			<description>There I was sitting on the edge at 12,00 feet, getting ready to jump, intensely canvassing the most gorgeous view my callow blue eyes had ever seen. My knees were hanging off the extreme edge, a wind as soft as silk was brushing against my face and with a mind so cloudless I felt like I was being re..</description>
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			<title>Charcoal Town</title>
			<description>They say there is no place like home. As I grew lower and lower towards the ground my mind turned grey, all I could see was a bleak, charcoal sketched place except it wasn't a beautifully crafted sketch or masterpiece it was merely a vision of the place in my nightmares, it was a sketch of something..</description>
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