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  <title>She Cries</title>
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  <description>She cries, but I do not know how to act or what to do. I feel useless and hopeless as I sit in the background, being ignorant towards her tears. It’s a family trait, I suppose – ignorance, after all, is blissful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s lost everything she’s ever known but she forgets about us; the people who are still here, still breathing and alive trying to help her through her pain despite our own&amp;nbsp; The feeling of loss and defeat surrounds us all, yet we’re still here. What do we do now? Where do we go from here?</description>
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  <title>Fragments of Self</title>
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  <description>&lt;p align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is life&lt;br /&gt;This is war&lt;br /&gt;This is what we do for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We breathe.&lt;br /&gt;We fail.&lt;br /&gt;We start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`07&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write nonsensical gibberish from time to time. Sometimes I do it for fun, other times - most of the time - I do it to feel something. My words aren&apos;t forced. If they were forced, they would probably make sense. Fortunately, I&apos;m not here to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not a published author, I&apos;m not a successful writer and I have no plans in dictating what should and shouldn&apos;t be displayed. Criticize my art, trash my words - do what you feel is necessary, but maintain a respectful attitude while you&apos;re at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you and good day.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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