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			<title>Not perfect</title>
			<description>I am not a perfect woman,Fancy not chanel bagsWear not glossy glossI am not a perfect womanlong legs I don't ownskinny I am notI am clumsy, dumb and naiveI still dream of little fairiesI still linger in kids storesWhile other girls walk with grace,I took a step and fell right on my faceWhile other g..</description>
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			<title>Maybe </title>
			<description>Maybe&amp;nbsp;Once, we walked together up the mountain,I held you close, I lost controlYou didn't love me that I knowI didn't love you that I showYou kissed me on my cheek&amp;nbsp;My heart flutters, I lost controlYou fell for me that I sawI fell for you my heart warsMaybe one day these will past,The tears..</description>
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			<title>Sober?</title>
			<description>It would be wonderful if Jenny could remember what happened to her over the last five months. Sometimes she looked into the mirror and could not make it out herself. She had looked almost the same but she wasn't herself at all. She felt it deep within. Everything went wrong during the past months. I..</description>
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			<title>Fly away</title>
			<description>My wish</description>
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			<title>she forgot</title>
			<description>Not you. Not him. Not her. It's me..me and my life. Me and my inner poetic soul. Sometimes I do forget to turn back and cherish people. I laugh and walk away too much. Then when I decided to slow down my speed.. it is too late. People has already walked a</description>
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			<title>Might have hold on</title>
			<description>I might have hold on longerBut if I do I might not be stronger..there is this hope and joywhenever I look into your eyesit feels so strange to feel the way I doMaybe it's fate or maybe it's just luckto bump into you in this universe so wideI could feel my heart beating fastjust a..</description>
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