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		<description>The original writings of author Cherryblossom</description>
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			<title>Ghosts</title>
			<description>We watched as the world around us crumbled and fell. We were alive. We were bold, and daring. We lived with out impossiblities, mirrored by the possible. And yet as we stare into the mirrors that held our reflections, we know that they have become memories. We're not the strangers in the pictures an..</description>
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			<title>Learning to fly</title>
			<description>A rant of sorts. </description>
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			<title>Faded</title>
			<description>Promises brake so fragilely Beneath your hallow lies. Delicate little things In need of your Compassion. Touch me here andHold me there, andAll your worries float away...Along with things you Swore you'd never do...But it was so easy to fall In synch with you. After all, you did love me...Or so you ..</description>
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			<title>Deafening Silence</title>
			<description>In those few moments of the day, I could remember why I wanted to live. I remember why I loved him in the first place. It didn't have to be complicated, and he was proof of that. However, as I sat on the ground letting the rain tell me otherwise. &amp;nbsp;The last few months had turned to s**t. May..</description>
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			<title>SAF(E) </title>
			<description>It's been awhile since I wrote anything. I'm a little rusty, but I hope you enjoy it anyways. </description>
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			<title>One by one</title>
			<description>You think each word you've said has healed and mended, but if you bothered to see past the mask I've built before you, you'd see that every word you've uttered, every insult, every little harm has added up in little stacks of pain. How could you sit there laugh like I'm just one big joke. How is it ..</description>
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			<title>rant </title>
			<description>I thought I'd finally found the one person who wouldn't break my heart. The one person who understand me so conditionally, I couldn't help but be happy. I can't do this any more. I don't understand why things always end the way they do, but I guess some people aren't meant to be loved, to be held wh..</description>
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			<title>Blind </title>
			<description>Reckless motions scream,Petty people talk,Pretty girls have secrets; And emo kids don&amp;rsquo;t talk. &amp;nbsp;Shameless lies turn to shameBroken people break. Tell me world once for all,Why? &amp;nbsp;We see them &amp;lsquo;living&amp;rsquo; everyday All those whom gone to shame, Yet we&amp;rsqu..</description>
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			<title>Inspire </title>
			<description>Words come in soft meadows In lush forests and swishing waters. They come in trickles of mist And mushy patches of mud puddles And tiny pecks of pebbles.&amp;nbsp;They come in lines of ants&amp;nbsp;Working vigorously to find shelter,&amp;nbsp;And in sticky paw prints, Fresh with winter. They ..</description>
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			<title>Untitled </title>
			<description>The worse thing about nightmares is not the images that go through your mind that seem unreal, no, mine are just flashbacks. I rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. It was then that I finally saw myself in the mirror: my eyes had black circles under them ..</description>
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