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			<title>? not sure</title>
			<description>It was music that brought us together and also would drive us apart.&amp;nbsp; We were together on a level that most will not attain.&amp;nbsp; This eventually would become disastrous for the both of us, and in parts of our own minds we knew this.&amp;nbsp; When she first walked into the room my attention was t..</description>
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			<title>Crushed</title>
			<description>She is my drug, my addiction, my nightmareShe cam to me in a dreamshe whispered nothing into my ear yet I followed,to the ends of the earth a slaveto her heart, her words. I live for her happiness.My own is crushed.</description>
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			<title>The Sun</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The sun cries for meshes's gone heart and soul. Mypain, hurt, is with me</description>
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			<title>I Cry</title>
			<description>We are in my carEva sings Songbird. I crywhile she is weeping.</description>
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			<title>Ignore</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;ignore you, I&amp;nbsp;yell loudlyIts a sinful pleasurebittersweet in its performance to defy you.&amp;nbsp;I smile in anger, I weep in happiness.Chaos.&amp;nbsp;The hatred is inside me like a fistmy mind screams.Sweet novocain flows through meat the first onslaught of this torturous ..</description>
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