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			<title>i see red </title>
			<description>I'm doing this ! Oh how this feels great. I'm in my element. I am finally doing this. I am.I am a fiery soul. I am a passionate living. I am an unending mindset. I am.&amp;nbsp;This cannot compare. No one will get over this. I am a revolutionary genius . Oh, I am .&amp;nbsp;They said I couldn't make it, yet..</description>
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			<title>Breathing</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I wake up slightly,hearing sirens and the roaring sound of the engine I'm in. Why am I here? I'mstuck on the small bed. I can't recall anything. I can't move. I think of howconfusing this situation is, and then I suddenly remember.&quot;Bringme back...&quot; I say.&amp;nbsp;I then realize th..</description>
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			<title>Fading Acrylic</title>
			<description>Situational irony at it's finest, and loss of hope. </description>
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