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	<description>A day in the life of an antisocial</description>
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		<title>Transforming Matters</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I grew up traveling, never staying in one place too long. Being with parents whose work leads them from one place to the next, I practically grew up on the streets. And there&#8217;s only one way you can survive there. You have to adapt. You have to learn the art of transforming yourself to different [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Endless</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I wanted to look away. Away from her lovely gaze. Forget all the things she did and put it away, no matter how wonderful, no matter how magical. Unnecessary complications were the only thing I have with my too complicated pathetic life, and the last thing I can offer her in return. I could give [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[The more I looked upon this blank piece of molten clay, the more I try to figure what to come up with it. I was speculating into its being, trying to grasp its white essence from its grayish hue. I wanted to mold it according to my likeness, like a doting father would want for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Summer Night of Discontent</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m tired. Tired of all the games we people play. They bug you and then ask you if you’re okay. Then you give them hugs and kisses to tell them yes, you are okay. But you know deep inside you’re not but hey, you’re not supposed to tell. Because if you do, it would just [...]]]></description>
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