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			<title>The Light</title>
			<description>The light went out in the hallway once again. It started with a flicker... On-off-on off...the light didn't have the strength to bring Itself back to life. The energy that once circled inside that little fragile glass ball finally ran out. When it was new it had so much energy that it fought to get ..</description>
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			<title>The Box</title>
			<description>My happiness arrived today! It only took a year to ship. You see, it took me months to gain the energy to order that box off of Amazon. And once I did it drained me to wait for it to turn up at my doorstep. But when it finally set itself in front of me....I was in denial. Me? Happy? Not possible. Ye..</description>
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			<title>The struggle </title>
			<description>It's not even &quot; tired &quot; anymore, Just a literal constant pulling sensation stuck in my chest, like a punctured lung. I struggle so hard to breathe yet the air is like tar. I start to fade in and out of reality . Seconds turn to minutes, Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days. And soon I wake up s..</description>
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