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			<title>Day 2</title>
			<description>Don't worry. You're gonna stop biting your nails one day. Yeah, for good. But you'll constantly be chewing gum to replace the nervous habit. Oh, and you'll forget to eat because your mind will think the constant chewing of the gum is you eating, so you won't eat until really late and you'll be serio..</description>
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			<title>Day 1</title>
			<description>Sunday, September 4th, 2016. 23:00.</description>
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			<title>Notes to a Former Self</title>
			<description>Just little notes written over time to a former self. *Can be depressint, can be uplifting, depends on the day/chapter.</description>
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			<title>Paling teardrops</title>
			<description>It hurts to remember. It hurts so f*****g much. It aches somewhere deep to remember how much I loved him. And then how much I lost. Of myself. Of my life. My experiences. Of everything. It hurts somewhere deep where nothing can touch. Like a knife jammed deep that disappeared into rust. Days have co..</description>
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