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			<title>Stuck</title>
			<description>pinpricksmy heart dripscollecting in puddles at my feetmy delicates and intimatesof little concern&amp;nbsp;you saidthis isn't the way it's supposed to beso it is&amp;nbsp;love leaksquietlyand you couldn't be further away&amp;nbsp;didn't i say that i love youi said that i doi do ..</description>
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			<title>Second Day Back</title>
			<description>i see my reflectionin the glass of your photoyour eyes stare at mestaring at you&amp;nbsp;a twisted reminderof meaningless conversationinside a tiny boxof limited emotions&amp;nbsp;tearing insideturning bliss into paineverytime you breatheeverytime it rains</description>
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			<title>Left</title>
			<description>I'll always remember the sound of the door slipping out of my handsand slamming behind me as I stood at the top of the stairs and watched you walk away&amp;nbsp;Telling you to go to her was the first strong thing I'd ever doneRealizing that you would have gone anyway was the last thing I ever ex..</description>
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