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			<title>Hush.</title>
			<description>Don't worry, dear.It'll be alright.This happens an awful lot when they go and shut out all my lights.Hush.Don't try to help me.Just shut me up tight.Keep me broken, keep me weak.Maybe then I'll learn when it's best not to speak.</description>
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			<title>Him.</title>
			<description>Those delicate lips are posed,and I can't help but remember thatthat very smile was something that usedto drive me completely insane.</description>
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			<title>Chicago.</title>
			<description>Two million people with stories untold.Their bitter lives scarred by the affects ofall the others settled around them.There really is a history hidden here.There are tears dried up&amp;nbsp;in the cracks of sidewalks,&amp;nbsp;and lipstick-written notes&amp;nbsp;written in the bathroom stalls,scattered pieces o..</description>
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			<title>Patterns.</title>
			<description>I see a pattern in human civilization.Some people are innocent,Some people are tainted,And some are rarely just good at heart.People who have been hurteither hurt othersor attempt to help best they can.People who have tried their very best&amp;nbsp;either feel loved&amp;nbsp;or taken advantage of.People who..</description>
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			<title>In Giving Up.</title>
			<description>In giving up,&amp;nbsp;I give up on everything good around meand I scatter these bearings to the winds.Whoever comes across my broken figure,please collect the tidings I offer.Use it upon yourself and try to&amp;nbsp;amend the secrets knotted into my flesh.These lies have become the chains&amp;nbsp;that root me..</description>
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