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			<title>Break The Bone</title>
			<description>dispersed thoughts that have no meaning yet mean the world to me</description>
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			<title>Pale Hands</title>
			<description>I stare at my hands when I'm thinking.</description>
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			<title>I Don't Wanna Be Sober Without You</title>
			<description>vomiting feelings</description>
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			<title>Just Slap Me</title>
			<description>I was feeling reckless.</description>
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			<title>I'm Not Entirely Here</title>
			<description>a supernova of the mind within someone who hates thinking</description>
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			<title>Restrained</title>
			<description>The cusp of teen bullshit and angst</description>
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			<title>Nostalgia</title>
			<description>From the last time we drove in his car. I miss you, dad.</description>
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