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			<title>The drug game</title>
			<description>Broken from what feels like head to toe..So broken even my smile shakes and fallsIt seems like when i feel enough for someone drugs seem to be the only missed calls..what i thought was behind me is now creeping up again only with someone new,I just wanted to be with somone who chose only me but if y..</description>
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			<title>His fault</title>
			<description>The poem says it all and if you don't get the moral of the story I cant share please enjoy</description>
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			<title>The void </title>
			<description>I walk around with a emptiness, a void that never fills up. It follows me around like a dark cloud on a rainy day. </description>
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			<title>Hold on darling</title>
			<description>I remember being told to never give up.most days were harder than others.I couldn't help but have the urge to break and give up.I would find ways to keep holding on, to keep myself from forgetting why i am trying so hard to hold on.&amp;nbsp;The feeling of letting go has always been there and i'm sure i..</description>
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			<title>Freedom at last </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I want to be able to close my eyes andnot see your face....see the way your&amp;nbsp;mouth perfectly curved when you seen mine.&amp;nbsp; My love for you was a deep love, the&amp;nbsp;color yellow....A bright Sunday morning&amp;nbsp;in the arms of someone that made you forget time.&amp;nbsp; I want to feel my ph..</description>
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