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			<title>Sick</title>
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			<title>Collide</title>
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			<title>Dear Gravity</title>
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			<title>What Gay People Do</title>
			<description>It wasn&amp;rsquo;t supposed to be like this.That thought just kept running through my head, over and over again like one of those cheesy jingles for cornflakes that pop up on the television on Saturdays. There was this weird buzzing echoing in my skull, this dull thud that wouldn&amp;rsquo;t seem to go awa..</description>
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			<title>Losing It</title>
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