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			<title>December 7, 1935</title>
			<description>Tears of joy fall from my eyes.  Why?  I have killed, maimed, broken, and by God, I am proud.</description>
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			<title>July 24, 1938</title>
			<description>I dare you to look into my eyes, to see past the shards of my broken soul.  God only knows what you might find.</description>
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			<title>February 15, 1934</title>
			<description>Sometimes that which we have lost is all we have left.</description>
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			<title>Perfect</title>
			<description>Even the strongest of us have a weakness, a part of us that isn't like the rest. They were each other's weakness, and in the end, it killed them both.
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			<title>For You and I Are Past Our Dancing Days</title>
			<description>&quot;For never was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.&quot;</description>
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			<title>Throne of the Dead</title>
			<description>Everyone has an angel, who watches from above. To make them feel safe, and always feel loved.  My angel lives amongst fire, and smells of grim stone; kisses and coos until I become his own.</description>
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			<title>From the Mouth of Babes</title>
			<description>A nameless, faceless girl, and the man who calls her his own.</description>
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