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			<title>How Can It Be Fair?</title>
			<description>How can it be fair for you to choose to end your own life, when so many people that don't have a choice would like to have the choice, and live?&amp;nbsp;~In memory of Blake Bushong and his brother Colin Bushong~</description>
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			<title>Spread my wings and fly....</title>
			<description>I need to spread my wings and flyFind my own strength, and within it-- rely.Gather my afflictions and throw them away.Before I find my life starting to fray.A quilt, in which it stands, embrordered with memories-- with strengths and weaknesses, and overall calamities.The colors may differ,..</description>
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			<description>Withering hope transpires&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; the laughter in the world&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; surrounds me.&amp;nbsp;But I'm excluded..</description>
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			<title>I would have stayed in bed today...</title>
			<description>Someone just get me away from hereMy veins are pounding with tumultuous fears.I wish I could find a good way outSome way pain-free and without doubtIf I had known of all this pain,I would have stayed in bed today.&amp;nbsp;How can I feel so helplessAll these feelings are becoming restles..</description>
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			<title>Nobody Can Tell</title>
			<description>I leave my shoes at my doorstepAnd slip into a bed of oblivionIt's so much easier to fall awayRather than dwelling on each and every day&amp;nbsp;Nobody can tell,Nobody can quite tell,That I cried myself to sleepAnd this downhill is so steep&amp;nbsp;I think I would take anything elseB..</description>
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			<title>The world is rushing around me.</title>
			<description>Sometimes I feel like the world is just rushing around me. You know those movies where the main character is standing in a crowd after something terrible has just happened, and everyone else in the world is blurring past them like nothing is wrong?The problem is, that there is nothing wrong in my ..</description>
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