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			<title>People</title>
			<description>How come it always has to be like this? The pain that consumes me is constantly thriving within me. The only escape is writing. Writing about sad people with lives much worse than mine. How could no one see? Is it that hidden beneath my tormented eyes or was it not important enough to worry about. T..</description>
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			<title>Innocent Eyes</title>
			<description>How many times do I have to cry in order to not feel anything ?&amp;nbsp;How many times do I have to hide my true emotions and not show people what I really feel?&amp;nbsp;Thoughts like these raced through my brain, one by one consuming all my sanity.What will I do?&amp;nbsp;Gruesome chills ran down my ..</description>
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			<title>The Little Old Woman</title>
			<description>	She couldn't stop the waterfalls that ran down her cheeks. Every night she would hug her pillow and cry until she fell asleep. She would wonder what her point of living was and most of the time couldn't find one. One day, she promised, one day someone will give me a reason to continue living. Someo..</description>
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			<title>Hope</title>
			<description>I looked deep into the mirror where deep brown eyes stared right back at me.&amp;nbsp;If only they knew.&amp;nbsp;If only they would realize that these brown eyes lose their spirit at night.&amp;nbsp;If only they knew how many tears have leaked out of these brown eyes.&amp;nbsp;If only&amp;hellip;You'd thin..</description>
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