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  <title>sums it up</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how careful you are, there&apos;s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn&apos;t experience it all. There&apos;s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should&apos;ve been paying attention.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>new year- feels the same.</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flu season greeted me this time, and i wish it hadn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;i have every kind of sick symptom in my body&amp;nbsp;but i&apos;m trying not to let it affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;m alive; still breathing, and my heart rate&apos;s steady.&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m taking note that i need to do something big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>oy vey</title>
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