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			<title>Memory</title>
			<description>Break through the falling skiesReturn from whence you cameAs everything, you belong to nothing.Step out from the lifeless husk and beginBegin again what you ventured before breathNever ending, never starting.As everything, you belong to nothingTo experience is what you cr..</description>
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			<title>Porphyria's Eulogy</title>
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			<title>Regularity</title>
			<description>A set standard of living needs only complacency and acceptance. </description>
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			<title>Variance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Her headhurt.&amp;nbsp; It hurt bad.&amp;nbsp; The sun hurt her eyes.&amp;nbsp; Now that she thought about it, everythingkind of hurt.&amp;nbsp; She saw herself juststanding there though.&amp;nbsp; Just&amp;hellip; standingthere.&amp;nbsp; She knew she was on someone&amp;rsquo;sl..</description>
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