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			<title>You've Hurt Me </title>
			<description>There's a mark on my heart for every time you've hurt me,I wear my heart on my sleeve to give all a chance to see.There's no pain now, I'm deprived of emotions.I don't live my life, simply go through the motions.&amp;nbsp;Alone in the dark, but I have no fears,I feel your presence though you're no longe..</description>
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			<title>A need, to be a need. </title>
			<description>You could say I have daddy problems, hell you could say I have mommy problems too. I could use that to justify &amp;nbsp;why Im so fucked up, my craving for attention, my need to be a need my yearning to provide to someone, thw high of a physical addiction. Or maybe I'm just fucked up beyond my own repa..</description>
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			<title>Forgetting You. </title>
			<description>ill never forget you. </description>
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