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			<title>Take Me Home</title>
			<description>My dream catching soul searcher dances among the stars. From a tired moon he nurtures the broken girl on Mars. She's an over analyzer with pinky, fading scars. Such sympathizers, they are each other's reservoirs. So far apart they stand, yet mimicking the same fallen grace. Feeling like a fish on la..</description>
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			<title>Passive Agressive Love Song</title>
			<description>This doesn't officially have a name. </description>
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			<title>Nice.</title>
			<description>The boy I've had a crush on for a bit simply said I was 'nice' when asked what he thinks of me. This enraged me, considering what had been stated by him in the past.</description>
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