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			<title>I enjoyed doing that </title>
			<description>I was enjoying do that Till you pulled me away and gave me no choice I had to come And I have to leave You don&amp;rsquo;t appreciate me like they do I feel more calm and relaxed now But you made me loose my rag When you spoke to with disrespect All daylong I didn&amp;rsquo;t have to help ..</description>
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			<title>I cant help just being me </title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t help being meI work hard and try to make it easier for you but you&amp;rsquo;re still not pleasedYou told me I was sweet and thoughtful and how everyone should be more like me.I&amp;rsquo;ve come to realise that People are hard to understand Why can&amp;rsquo;t you all just say what you me..</description>
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			<title>Seems like its never rained before! </title>
			<description>I look out the sachet windows and see the same thing I&amp;rsquo;ve seen all week.Rain pouring from the sky like its never rain before. I hear the clock ticking and the rain dripping as I continue working. Watching the people through the windows walking by as I do so. Thinking Im lucky Im not tu..</description>
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			<title>Old unwanted Memories! </title>
			<description>Old unwanted memories is true to my life. Not quite sure what its classed as. Its bout thoughts that I dont wanted that I had when I was little in a hard part of my life.</description>
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