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			<title>You don't have to come back</title>
			<description>	You don't miss him...You just miss what he represented,The intense love,The first true love you felt.	You don't miss him...Just the warmth of someone beside you at night,The comfort of the presents of another human in an empty house.	You don't miss him...Just the weight of another's hand as you wal..</description>
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			<title>11/06/2014</title>
			<description>I don't know what to do.I'm just drenched in this sadness that never seems to stop raining over me.I can't pretend like you don't exist because my heart aches for you every single second of every f*****g day.But you don't even care.I still remember when you looked me in the eyes and told me you didn..</description>
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			<title>Forgotten</title>
			<description>Forgotten &amp;nbsp;There&amp;rsquo;s a soft scent sitting on my pillowand your clothes are lying in the corner.There&amp;rsquo;s a shattered glass,and the emptiness you leave behind.There&amp;rsquo;s a crumpled bed, and the reminder of the passion.There&amp;rsquo;s a bruised left eye, a..</description>
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