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			<title>here I am once again </title>
			<description>It's been two years or maybe even more since I have written anything that involved my emotions or something that I have been going through. ....but today I had the most random and uncomfortable feeling inside. It started when I was listening to music on my cellphone, listening to the lyrics very..</description>
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			<title>Poor Girl</title>
			<description>There's no such thing as being happy for &quot;Her&quot;...well at least for long. She's sick and rude and there's no such thing as love for &quot;Her&quot;. Once she gets it in her hands, she can't seem to keep it for long. She makes it horrible and sad...tired and scared!...lost..&quot;If only&quot;, i pray for &quot;Her&quot;...i pray ..</description>
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