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			<title>My best friend </title>
			<description>To the man that I&amp;rsquo;m not supposed to love.  because your the man I&amp;rsquo;m not supposed to love and even though I know we&amp;rsquo;d be perfect together and even though I get butterflies from the sight of your face and even though I look at every photo you post like I could never forget your nam..</description>
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			<title>Someone like you </title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t put you into words.and my god that frustrates me. Because you? Oh my god how I want to write it all down. Who you are, how I feel about you, why I love you all of it. I just want to find or write one f*****g poem that could describe it all. Because damn it what I feel for you should be..</description>
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			<title>Why</title>
			<description>I wanna talk to you but instead I&amp;rsquo;m laughing at some joke some other guy made pretending that your phones broke and that&amp;rsquo;s why you won&amp;rsquo;t call me. I wanted it to, I wanted to say something stupid and then overthink but I guess I don&amp;rsquo;t know you well enough. I smile into my swea..</description>
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			<title>My Noah </title>
			<description>To my Noah , My heart is broken shattered like the glass from a broken photo scattered across the floor in disarray. I keep waiting for you to call&amp;hellip;I guess I should have known you wouldn&amp;rsquo;t call but parts of me hold on to the hopes that you do. You chose her she gets the life I always ..</description>
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