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			<title>12/29/2013</title>
			<description>Things were looking up for me. I saw the light just ahead.But something grabbed me from behindand it's slowly draining me of hope. It's got a grip so tight I can hardly breathe anymore. I feel nothing bright inside. I only see colors of black and grey. Day after day, I search for the answer.And day ..</description>
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			<title>Lee</title>
			<description>Maybe my fear of letting go has everything to do with my first love.I used to think that everything would be alright bc I'd run into him &quot;5 years from now.&quot;But 3 years after I let him go, I found out I'd never be face to face with him again.And that is one of the saddest endings in my life. </description>
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			<title>An Addiction</title>
			<description>I first heard it when I was sixteen.The strong beat of flowing blood beating against my ear.Then it was just an everyday melody Nothing special or needed near.Next it was when I was ten and nine. Driving around with tears flowing down.I'd listen for it when I was twenty twoboth of us naked in the da..</description>
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			<title>happiness in a bottle</title>
			<description>I only said one.But it turned into two, three, four.I felt my blood get a little warm, my head begin to fill.The laughter came more freely,the thought of you pushed back.Who says I cant drink my way to happiness. </description>
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			<title>Driving home</title>
			<description>My fingers danced against yoursthe stars lit up your eyes</description>
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