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			<title>Careful Eyes</title>
			<description>Today Was An Interesting LivingClouds Seemed To Follow Me EverywhereIt Was Intense Yet ComprimisingDifferent, If I&amp;nbsp;May Say So MyselfAs I Took Deep Breaths Accepting This ConceitPossibly True To The Compelling Souls Gathering My MotivationIt Was Some Unwanted Curse That I Could Not R..</description>
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			<title>Accept This For What It Is</title>
			<description>You Stand In The Broken Doorway With A Shard Of Glass Bleached In RegretThe Enjoyment Of A Few Years All Put On Hold By SilenceThe Disapointment Is Your Curse For Your MisjudgementMaybe The Destruction Could Have Waited?Things With Those Troubles Are Always Complicated Arent They...You Sho..</description>
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			<title>Misguided</title>
			<description>The Rain Shadowed My Heart That NightStorm Clouds Hiding The True Thoughts My Eyes Shut Like Windows Crying In The Doubt I Had BelievedBlood Dripping On The Broken StaircasePathways Misguided By LiesWhile I Stood In The Halls Of BeliefPieces Of My Broken Soul Leading Me To My Insurrect..</description>
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			<title>A Lonely Morning</title>
			<description>It Was A Lonely Morning Filled With Mixed EmotionsDaylight Dawning A New StartWhile I Still Slept At The Finish LineChaos Loomed Over My Presense Like A&amp;nbsp;Bad DreamAs Feelings Unwanted Explored Through The Halls Of&amp;nbsp;My Worst NightmaresI Wanted To Drop The GlassYet See It Unbroke..</description>
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