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			<title>Live.</title>
			<description>It has been nearly 2 months since I&amp;rsquo;ve written anything. In the two months I&amp;rsquo;ve kept a low profile and have locked myself indoors. Not really going out anywhere except the store and school. Sometimes to a friend&amp;rsquo;s house, just to be locked up indoors as well.This last weeken..</description>
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			<title>Cookie Cutter...</title>
			<description>empty bottles on a tablebellies full of warmthsalsa and chipsmouths interchange bullshit,stories and opinionsheads in cadence to the beat of the musicblastingever changing from taste to tasteblue smoke inhaled, exhalednew bottles crack opencouples off to the sidea clique in a cornerlaughing and spea..</description>
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			<title>No Life Without Night...</title>
			<description>the crack of dawn now just down the street teasing me laughing and mocking eyes drying mind wandering floundering stumbling rambling the cool night air and stillness of life allows one to calmly reside on the surface of the ever turbulent waters of living the hell with regular sleep patterns the hel..</description>
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			<title>Holding...</title>
			<description>a million noises heardlistened toon a cold nightthe mind can&amp;rsquo;t won&amp;rsquo;t sit stillthoughts zooming byfreeways and busy streets my neurons contemplatingattempting to grasp in the mad dash of lifesonic waves attackingmy earsfrom outsidesometimes they emanate from withinrhythms long heardstill ..</description>
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			<title>Our Greatest...</title>
			<description>Is there anyone to trust in this world?Is there anyone left without despicable substance of character? There is nothing left that is worth a damn, let it all rot away. Nuclear war. We live in a world that&amp;rsquo;s now a desolate wastelandan apocalyptic world where people destroy one anotherNo one liv..</description>
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