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			<title>Freedom</title>
			<description>Wallowing in SorrowGleeming with SadnessWatching the Sky&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hearing breathless calls in the distance&amp;nbsp;Closing my eyes just to feelsoft pink pedals fall upon my face&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...thinking...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you can do anything you ever dream of...howcom..</description>
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			<title>angels</title>
			<description>peaceful creatures, remind me of what i wanna be, i learned to walk, and talk, just as the peaceful creatures learned to fly...&amp;nbsp;im mesmorized by theyre beauty, watching as the peaceful creatures,happily glide along the sky, i cant help but wondering...&amp;nbsp;wondering how long it w..</description>
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			<title>..i feel like dying..</title>
			<description>lifeless, what did i do?somehow, i deserve thisno one knows, maybe its good, but now i sithere dying slowly, waiting.hoping every breath i take ismy last. every inch of me iswishing i was alone. living interror, when is the next timeima get hurt, the next time my heart is ripped ..</description>
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			<title>In Loving Memory</title>
			<description>In the misty air, surrounded by lovethe flowers seem to lie.The trees that were once green Andblooming, are now lifeless kneeling beside you, tears streamingdown my face. I glance down to read, In Loving Memory of &quot;Kaye&quot; Virginia BowenBeloved mother, wife, and grandmotherJune 28 to M..</description>
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