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			<title>Oblivion</title>
			<description>Oblivion is a lover I dare not court;though his relentless appealdraws me dangerously nearto his restful embrace.Even as I turn from him,I yearn to join with him.Even as I turn from him,I feel the strength of his allure.But I turn from himand feel the wrench of tomorrow.</description>
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			<title>I was in love once</title>
			<description>A brief story about someone I loved and lost, although he was never mine to loose.</description>
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			<title>Confessions of suicide</title>
			<description>Maybe some secret part of me didn't really want to die, maybe I just didn't try hard enough or maybe, and this is what I believe, it was not my time to die.Being alive just got too hard, too painful, and all I wanted was to get out. &amp;nbsp;No one had any clue of what I was thinking and planning. &amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Being</title>
			<description>Written in 2003 during a bleak period in my life when I was considering suicide.</description>
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