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			<title>http://www.7supplements.org/max-testo-xl/</title>
			<description>Max testo xl&amp;nbsp;Thischanging in light of current conditions makes on the mountain. It helps you toprop progress. It is joined into changing the hormones in human body. Max testoxl How Max testo xl Works? Max testo xl has been fittingly appeared by 67clinical outlines drove by nutritionist...</description>
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			<title>Apologies...</title>
			<description>I am so sorry, sorry that no amount of perfectly placed words can erase the pain that I caused.&amp;nbsp;I was young and broken.&amp;nbsp;Incapable of loving anything else with a beating pulse, not even my own.&amp;nbsp;I was drowning quick, clawing at anything that could keep me above water.&amp;nbsp;I am sorry th..</description>
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			<title>Recent google searches </title>
			<description>do other planets have seasonsdo other dimensions exist&amp;nbsp;where do you go when you sleepwhy do I dream so muchare we all just waiting to dieare we really made of stardust</description>
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			<title>Run</title>
			<description>they said I couldn&amp;rsquo;t run away from my problemsso I ran until the soles of my shoes burned offand my feet bledbecause I would rather die a thousand timesthen look back to see your crying eyes.I ran as far as my legs would carry merefusing to look back&amp;nbsp;till my bones achedand s..</description>
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			<title>Jealous </title>
			<description>I hope she can still taste me inside of your mouth,buried deep inside of you,swimming through every vain,choking your heart.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Selfish</title>
			<description>I carved your name into a wooden benchbecause better that than my own skin.I&amp;rsquo;d rather listen to the sound of your bones breakthan the sound of my own heart.I like the taste of your tearsbetter than my own.&amp;nbsp;I am a selfish lover.</description>
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			<title>The Colour Maroon</title>
			<description>Was close to putting back the piecesWhen he crashed into my life.Without any consideration or remorsehe Watched me shatter across the floor.And before his dark eyes,I got on my hands and kneesBegan to gather those piecesJust like I had six short months ago.&amp;nbsp;But like glass they dug into my open ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brionybryant/1238103/</link>
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			<title>4 in the morning</title>
			<description>I think I want you the most at 4 in the morning,When I'm still half asleep reaching for my sheetsAnd the moonlight has lit my room enoughThat I notice the empty space beside me.I like to imagine you there,With your arms around me,My head against your chest,Our feet tangled together.And during that 4..</description>
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			<title>Tell me you love me</title>
			<description>If I turned my skin inside outLet all my guts spill on your floorHeart pumping out my chestWould you still find me pretty?Could you clean the mess?&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Bath Time</title>
			<description>If I wanted to feel love againI would run myself a bath. Slide myself under,Grip the smooth cold ceramic sides And let the water cover me.Until my lungs tightened that I couldn't breathe. Think even.And the need for air consumes me. Till I fade away. </description>
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			<title>Technicolour Dream</title>
			<description>The rain falls down hard,Awakening me from myTechnicolour&amp;nbsp;dream.Tangled&amp;nbsp;in my sheets,Every single rain drops a&amp;nbsp;different colour.Painting the window,It's Mother Nature's canvas,Creating her abstract art.The rain paints for me,A picture from my own dream,Reality slips.Colours start to b..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brionybryant/1230298/</link>
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			<title>Do you?</title>
			<description>What do you do when the one person you cared about no longer calls you drunk&amp;nbsp;at four in the morning?Or holds you tight and kisses the places behind your knees.How do you fall asleep at night knowing you&amp;rsquo;re not the last thing on their mind as they pull the sheets ov..</description>
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