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			<title>Late Night Philosophy</title>
			<description>Jacob Clark12/10/14&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What reallyhappens when we die?Do we flyup to the sky?Do we go toa world unseen by the living eye?Or do werot underground to find that religion is a lie?After deathI&amp;rsquo;d love to go, To a farmwh..</description>
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			<title>Blue September Sky</title>
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			<title>The Story of April</title>
			<description>Jacob Clark12/3/14&amp;nbsp;Ever since I was little, everyonealways told me how inspiring my writing was to them. I used to hate writing,but as I grew older, I found that it helped me keep my sanity and move alongwith my life even in my darkest moments. When I was fifteen, I starte..</description>
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