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			<title>Matter Of Being</title>
			<description>We are not fixed, not forged in stone,But fluid forms that shift and hone&quot;Like matter dancing through its phase,We change with time, with mood, with gaze.We&amp;rsquo;re born as solids, sturdy and sure,Carved by our roots, by values pure.Like rocks in a river, we learn to stand tall,Even..</description>
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			<title>Love Who You Are</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve seen so many people,Judging themselves by what they see online&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Endless scrolling through flawless faces,Then sighing,&amp;ldquo;Oh! How rubbish I look.Why don&amp;rsquo;t I look like them?&amp;rdquo;They start to question,Doubt their worth,Not knowing&amp;#2013266048;&quot;Tho..</description>
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			<title>They Keep Changing </title>
			<description>Some say I&amp;rsquo;m cute,Some say I&amp;rsquo;m boring,Some say I&amp;rsquo;m not beautiful Just a dumbass, maybe.Some call me an introvert,Some say I talk too much,Some whisper I love you,Others scream I hate you.The one I love? Always hates me.And the ones I don&amp;rsquo;t They say the..</description>
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			<title>The Reality They Hide</title>
			<description>When you meet them for the first time,&quot;they feel like home&quot;your happy place, your comfort zone.So warm, so perfect&amp;hellip; almost too good.At first, they&amp;rsquo;ll be there in all your laughter,walking beside you like they&amp;rsquo;d never leave.But as time passes&amp;hellip;&amp;ldquo;Oh... do ..</description>
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			<title>We're Still Fighting?</title>
			<description>We share the same sky,Live on the same planet &amp;#2013266048;&quot; the Mother Earth.We breathe the same air,Still&amp;hellip; we fight.What actually are we fighting for?For sadness? For scars?For egos that vanish like shooting stars?We bleed the same red,We cry the same tears,Yet we plan..</description>
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