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			<title>Reflection</title>
			<description>Slow stroll down a dark hallway; walls covered with mirrorsI start to struggle with fear as I sense something is nearI see the pain in my own eyes, hiding the last some odd yearsIt was in my heart always, I guess it just comes with the tearsNothing is real unless I make it, So I can't see it..</description>
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