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			<title>Hold me as we fall? </title>
			<description>Holding me here in his bed... Will forever last longer this time? Or after enough pushing and shoving will he finally snap and walk away from me again? Do i wait for that to happen? Do I live each day as if you were to walk out of my life tomorrow?One last question before I give up everyth..</description>
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			<title>The chronicals of a broken hearted fool</title>
			<description>young love is the best love... &lt;3</description>
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			<title>Forever and Ever More&lt;3</title>
			<description>This is a poem about my first love...&lt;3 </description>
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			<description>Nothing matters more than the one you love right ? :( </description>
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			<title>Rock Bottom Population: Me... and a bottle.. </title>
			<description>dont judge me by my past i dnt live there anymore... &lt;3 </description>
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			<title>Smoke Of Forgetfulness</title>
			<description>Fading away with every deep inhale breath in and pass it on to the next lost sole running from a a past that will soon slip out of as we begin to forget with every flick of the bick and very inhale the smoke of forgetfullness fills our lungs with false hope. But little do we know as we sit here and ..</description>
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			<title>Through The Looking Glass Of My Past </title>
			<description>Havent we all been at this point? Seeing where we are now and where we were then.... Clawing at the mirror racking our brains to make the images make sense.... </description>
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