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			<title>What I Whisper When in Pain</title>
			<description>Know not thyself, but the blood of your own soul, until you know no more.  When in extreme moments, I whisper things like these.  Not verbatim.</description>
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			<title>Caged Time</title>
			<description>For if they know not time and they feel not its veins, then lest it be known that they may never feel death.</description>
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			<title>The Point of Pointlessness</title>
			<description>Sometimes, the best answer doesn't need an answer at all.  You create your own answer, and trust in yourself to hold trust in you.  This piece explores several questions asked in the midst of silence.</description>
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			<title>To Lose a Human, to Lose Yourself</title>
			<description>Ranting writing portraying my anger and impatience, through which I can do nothing for the one that I've lost.

November 4th, 2016 was the day the police found him.</description>
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