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			<description>Beautiful people inhabit this earth,Beautiful people who will caress your earbuds with theirimperfect voices,Beautiful people who will stop your breathing with the manifestationof a string of wordsbeautiful people will lift up your spirits and your lungs so that the breathing comes e..</description>
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			<title>unrequited</title>
			<description>I'm afraid to be strong.</description>
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			<title>Restricted access</title>
			<description>things weren't meant to end up like this</description>
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			<title>Bad Dreams</title>
			<description>you invaded my dreams last nightbut i can't pretend it wasn't welcomeyou weren't invited&amp;nbsp;but you weren't trespassing.you took me into your arms and caressed me as only you canyou made me feel safe and protectedfor once I was wantedfor once I was cared about.They tell me that myinfatuation with ..</description>
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			<title>to win.</title>
			<description>school is a personal hell.</description>
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			<title>Because</title>
			<description>The sea of words couldn't flow out of my mouth any slower,when I tell you how I used to be depressed, I can't get my thoughts to coordinate with my lipsand I can't get the knots in my stomach to change into anything butthe knots in my stomach.I don't like to talk about it,because you think I can't s..</description>
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			<title>gone</title>
			<description>the actual path my life could've gone down, but didn't.</description>
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