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			<title>Don't...</title>
			<description>I don't know exactly why I wrote &quot;Don't..&quot;! I wasn't in a good mood, and there lay a piece of paper and a pen beside me. And that was that.</description>
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			<title>Love Lost</title>
			<description>Its a love story...
A Tragic one.</description>
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			<title>I'm Sorry</title>
			<description>Mom, I remember how I criedevery single time you yelled at me.I remember how I criedwhen you grounded me and never let me free.I remember how much I criedwhen I thought you loved my brother more.I remember why I cried whenyou scolded me for his book that I tore.I cried when I saw you cryingOver sill..</description>
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			<title>Broken Dreams</title>
			<description>A dream far away I strive to reach,Still on my knees, I crave for the sky.But pulling me from behind are hands of despair,Claws of the devil never let me fly.I struggle, I fight, I try to escapeBut in vain, no matter what I do.And then you come to my aid,Like an angel from above sent to my rescue.Yo..</description>
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			<title>Some Mad Hope</title>
			<description>Though in vain,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;struggle and fightI live through it,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;strictly abideI persevere and endure it all'Cause there's some mad hope left inside.I stare at my God day and nightObsessed with belief that he will riseOne day, and bid all my worries goodbyeYeah there's some mad hope left..</description>
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