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			<title>The Euphoria Of Fame Over Glory.</title>
			<description> ; thoughts, like windows, can be cleaned to perfection. At this time, almost perfectly, can one see through them into oblivion.

This window was very clean. You may look through it.</description>
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			<title>Havoc.</title>
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			<title> ; Harsh</title>
			<description> ; it's a modern day crush. </description>
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			<title>Prison Bound.</title>
			<description> ; My brother was sentenced to life in prison. I penned my thoughts.</description>
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			<title>Soul House.</title>
			<description> ; for those who struggle to decipher literature, this monstrosity of my soul is the journal of an adolescent taking flight from house and home.</description>
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