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			<title>clyde</title>
			<description>i look pass the gate , awaiting the arrival of my friend my soon to be soul mate counting the minutes and hoping&amp;nbsp; he is not late..as the crowd of people start to clear i start to get nervous and my eyes start to tear. its clear he is not yet here..i start to fear that maybe he missed the bus. i..</description>
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			<title>Lock up</title>
			<description>I sat on the floor in the hospitals mental health ward watching as the other patients listlessly stumbled past, They seemed to be in another world, not focused just void of life.&amp;nbsp; Slowly the group made their way to the nurses&amp;nbsp; station for the nightly dose of medication.&amp;nbsp; I suddenly lo..</description>
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