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			<title>The Ocean</title>
			<description>Breaking through the crashing waves, he caries on,pushing and pushing, he surges forward.The vessel sways from side to side,&amp;nbsp;but still, she remains true.For hours he holds her steady, but alas,the waves are relentless and he is growing weary of this game.There is nothing left to be done,the shi..</description>
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			<title>12:23</title>
			<description>12:23&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Oneof those nights I guess. Still missing, still regretting, still hating. I&amp;rsquo;vethrown away the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, and without, I amnothing but lost. Everything is bec..</description>
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