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			<title>WHO-MANITY (?)</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; A girl passes by a homeless 50-year old man, who's missing a limb. The man's eyes are filled in tears , he is shivering from the cold and he is asking for food. The girl stands, takes a photo of the old guy and messenges it to her friend.''.#poorguy #sickandtiredofthis''. Her friends replies ..</description>
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			<title>Saturday night </title>
			<description>Saturday night and I am laying in my bed aloneI wish I wasn't here on my ownListening to the radio without knowing the song&amp;nbsp;But this is how my life is&amp;nbsp;I am sick and tired of thisI had enough of this small townTomorrow I ll be gone before the dawnI am looking outside the window and I can se..</description>
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			<title>Life... is life </title>
			<description>Life is tears,&amp;nbsp;life is fears,and all about new ideas,life is laugh,life is sorrow,stop caring about tomorrow,life is a trip,with a gig and a sailor,life isn't all about a failure,life is a beach,&amp;nbsp;life is a witch,&amp;nbsp;life is pain,and sometimes it is lame,life is the remedy i am searching ..</description>
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			<title>who am I ?</title>
			<description>I feel like i am losing myself,I am trying to put my thoughts on a shelf,Remedy seems so hard to find,I think i must rewind.The things i have done, the things i have said,i must give to this hell an end.Keep questioning myself about ''who i am'',Am i alive or am i dead?Am i a frick or am i just spec..</description>
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