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		<description>The original writings of author Summer</description>
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			<title>Insomnia</title>
			<description>Silent circles line the windowsFogging up the glass.Few understand the recollectionWait for them to pass.Building, burning, pushing outToo much for me to keep.Longing hard to share the burdenScared to go to sleep.</description>
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			<title>Change</title>
			<description>There is wonderment insideof all the places I can go.I don't have to run and hideI can open up and grow.From the first day I was hereUntil the day I live no more.I will never be the personthat I was the day before.</description>
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			<title>Buried</title>
			<description>An avalanche of paper pushing down on me like snow.The never ending numbersseem to grow and grow and grow.And when I catch a glimpseof the sunrise in the east.I feel the water in my lungsdrowning in defeat. </description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>The day slips quickly through my fingerslaughing at my grasp.A moments here and then it's goneto quick for me to clasp.Planning for the futuream I wasting all my time?The clock my foe, my enemyrefuse to hear it's chime.</description>
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			<title>Selfish</title>
			<description>Feel the pressureThrashing, kickingTrying to get out.Blackening my insidesI don't know what it's about.Pressing backI make it worseComing at me from each side.Dizzy, nearly tipping overGet me off this ride.Screams are muffled deep inside meWishing you could hear.Wanting you to save me from itTake aw..</description>
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