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			<title>The Worst</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The worst type of crying(if there really is a worst)isn't the type you think.It isn't the loudhiccupingsnottyfloody crying.The type that leaves&amp;nbsp;you breathless.Where you can't stopso the tears continue.No, the worst is the type&amp;nbsp;where the tears can'tfind their way across&amp;nbsp;your lids..</description>
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			<title>Leaving</title>
			<description>Today I had a funeral&amp;nbsp;For a past life.&amp;nbsp;Her nails painted pink,&amp;nbsp;Eyes rusted shut.&amp;nbsp;They say the distance killed her.&amp;nbsp;The coroner had a hard time&amp;nbsp;identifying her.&amp;nbsp;Her heart had grown too swollen&amp;nbsp;then dried too quick.&amp;nbsp;I wish I had told her at&amp;nbsp;the time th..</description>
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