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			<title>Burning wounds</title>
			<description>It's dark all around.The street lights are gone,and the world is in sound sleep.But wide awake my eyes remain.I think and think and think again,Of my next plan that I'd execute,in the last move of this endless feud..For the revenge is now mine,and I have nothing to lose...I thought you were Romeo,An..</description>
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			<title>Only If..</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;On the desk, the book lies all alone,&amp;nbsp;None of you know what a pain it is to have it there.&amp;nbsp;Life was worth living, if only they wouldn&amp;rsquo;t have gone.&amp;nbsp;Yes. I cry, when their photographs do not answer to my yells.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wish I had friends, or at least..</description>
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