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			<title>Picking Flowers</title>
			<description>The death of someone close to you is possibly one of the worst things that could happen to anyone. Unlike being anxious about something that's happening or will happen, the death of someone brings on a wave of different emotions that cast out the good things in life, there are no if's and's or but's..</description>
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			<title>Where Am I ? What Am I ?</title>
			<description>Darkness. I'm floating in darkness. Not space, no. It's something else. My sub-conscious mind ? Possibly. I'm not entirely sure. I've never seen or experienced this before. I see patches of light, all different shady colors, in the distance or maybe right in front of me, I can't tell. I hear volumes..</description>
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			<title>Looking In The Mirror</title>
			<description>He'd be there everyday when I came home from school. My best friend, I knew everything about him and he knew everything about me. We kept no secrets. We both enjoyed the same things, a specific taste in music, the way we dressed, even shows we would watch together. We were so alike and that's what m..</description>
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			<title>Lifeless</title>
			<description>They say murder is worse than killing in self defense. But murderers are often mentally unaware of the killing they are about to commit. People who kill in self defense are fully conscious of what they are doing in that moment of time. I'd know.I cradled my baby in one arm, holding a gun in the othe..</description>
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