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			<title>Because of you...</title>
			<description>Because of you I'm luckierBecause of you I'm strongerBecause of you I'm prouder&amp;nbsp;You have made me realize what a joy life really is. I thank you for that. I'll love you forever, I can promise that. Even when the world doesn't see you for who you are I will know that you are more than any..</description>
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			<title>No Choice</title>
			<description>I can't get him out of my head.All I think about is him.Day or night. It doesn't matterI don't want to tell myself I love him. It would only hurt more.&amp;nbsp;I would do anything to know if or when he would feel the same way.To go back in time to when I had my chance.It kills me to kno..</description>
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			<title>Stolen</title>
			<description>I wrote this because I felt like it...</description>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>I'm writing this as I'm listening to angry music...</description>
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			<title>All you can ask for</title>
			<description>There's no way outYour trapped insideyour own bodyYou feel like the only way out is to take your own life&amp;nbsp;Now you know what people mean&amp;nbsp;when they say&amp;nbsp;love can only end up hurting youYou don't want to do anything but stay in bed and forget this is happeningYou thought that ..</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>You want to forget but, somehow you just can'tIt seems so impossible&amp;nbsp;He seems like your homeHe tells you he loves youYou gave him you heart and everything you haveHe goes on to tell you that this has to stopHe loves you like a friend and nothing more&amp;nbsp;As he walks away you ..</description>
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