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			<title>Another</title>
			<description>Ok, this one isnt mine, but I thought it was amazing. So... here it is.</description>
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			<title>Behind</title>
			<description>Behind my smile,is a hurting heart.Behind my laugh, i'm falling apart.Look closely at meand you will see,the girl that's there...&amp;nbsp;...isn't me.</description>
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			<title>January</title>
			<description>January sneaks in,a stealthy cat,crawling in when you least expect it,creeping up to begin the year.Then, when you finally start to love January,it slips away as quietly as it came.</description>
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			<title>Wolves</title>
			<description>Wolves silently creepingOut of the darkness, anOutbreak of running,Following their prey.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Pink Rain</title>
			<description>Sitting under a tree, silently rained on bypink cherry blossoms.</description>
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			<title>She Fell</title>
			<description>She fell hard,she fell fast. She fell for something that wouldn't last.So now she sits all broken-hearted,just because a little crush started.</description>
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			<title>Music</title>
			<description>When he puts on these headphones,he cannot be fazed. As he listens to this music,he slips in a daze.He hides in his own world,drowning his sorrow.This music is his drug,he'll use it tomorrow.And he knows no matter how much&amp;nbsp;life can be grim,this music will always be here to save him.</description>
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