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			<title>God save the Queen</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; God Save the QueenBroken she liesNo towel to wipe her aimless tears that pourShe wants hurt no more, dear God she wants..</description>
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			<title>The Diary of A Braveheart</title>
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			<title>Humble Beginnings </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Humble beginningsTime ain&amp;rsquo;t money, watch who you spend it with,there&amp;rsquo;s ..</description>
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			<title>Therapy Session </title>
			<description>Don't you sit there onyour chair with your judging eyesDon't you sit there andstare as if you sympathize&amp;nbsp;Understand that I haveplans far more&amp;nbsp;extravagant than my&amp;nbsp;eluded&amp;nbsp;pastI have danced indespair with strangers, all a while humming my mistrustThere wa..</description>
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			<title>Grateful, but still unjust</title>
			<description>I dreamed that I could be something much more than who I am. The problem with that was that I did not know the answer to that. I mean I no that I am made by a powerful God, but I feel disconnected from Him. I fasted, I&amp;nbsp;meditated, I prayed still I have nothing ,no answers, no light. I am strong ..</description>
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