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			<title>Clouds</title>
			<description>My eyes are like the skies, they water.Falling down into the pools below.Bringing to life, a grand surprise,To oneday&amp;nbsp;brighten my cloudy eyes.</description>
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			<title>Path</title>
			<description>I sit here with duct tape and glue,with the remains of what once was my heart.Trying to find all the pieces to put back together,but just crying knowing that you stole some.Taping the good memories back together,wanting to throw away the bad.But understanding, that it is what makes me...me,and wanti..</description>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>Pain of losing someone</description>
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