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			<title>The Disciple</title>
			<description>Chosen from above to help those below&amp;nbsp;Let the will be done on others that sacrifice there existence for higher heavens&amp;nbsp;I will hack through the thorns of devils to make a path for those in despair so that they make be safe to rise there own wings one day &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>&quot; Unconditional **** &quot;</title>
			<description>Wrapped up tight, not willing or mentally allowing it inThis can&amp;rsquo;t be it, what if it is and I miss out because of the consuming cloud we have createdShould I keep working at it or just call it out and watch it fade awayI get lost in my day dreaming thinking of a **** that could just ha..</description>
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			<title>THE WAY</title>
			<description>             There was a painful battle raging in my head; fists being thrown, spears flying through the air digging deep into their target and masks being warn to cover up and hide the mess that had been created.&amp;nbsp; A storm of memories fought each other in a dance to guid..</description>
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