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			<title>My Deposit</title>
			<description>Nothing motivates me more than when people judge me based onthings that I cannot control.&amp;nbsp; I can&amp;rsquo;thelp where I am from, but sure as hell can control where I am going.&amp;nbsp; Please keep continuing to doubt me, becausewhen you least expect it, you will find me there smiling; wondering..</description>
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			<title>Countless Times</title>
			<description>You rushed out&amp;hellip;I almost died&amp;hellip;.There was almost a suicidethat you caused because I was so traumatized.&amp;nbsp;I would have rather died&amp;hellip;then to not have you by my side.&amp;nbsp; Countless times that I threw up and cried, llock myself in my room with my headphones on and hide...</description>
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			<title>Moonlight</title>
			<description>Sometimes, I just wish that we can have a meaningful conversation without you getting so lost in your own head, full of a world of bewilderment. You walk off with a ridiculous smile, while I stand in the cold desert night, unable to find a single footprint as I look behind me. Exclude all of the awk..</description>
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			<title>Forever</title>
			<description>That moment when you realize that you are just filled with too much love, too much strength, and too much pain; to simply believe that our journey ends in one lifetime and that the soul is merely encased in these bodies which limit us. There is no such thing as saying goodbye forever, as it sure as ..</description>
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