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			<title>Past Chapters II</title>
			<description>I'm looking in my rearviewso I can get a closer look at you.I see you in a past left behindI swore to myself I would never go back to those dark times.&amp;nbsp;I told myself i'd never go backWhen I felt the lead connect to my knee, and then it napped.When crimson was the only color seen,..</description>
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			<title>Reflection</title>
			<description>It is not un-common to fear death,because no one can know how much time is left.You saw Hell through my eyes,and the blank expression upon your face asked, Why?&amp;nbsp;Why am I the blackness you see?Is it because the lord doesn't care for me?He is in heaven living the good life,while I..</description>
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