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			<description>Seconds away from all of my memories being destroyed by things I can't understand,Restless nights I spent fighting myself asleep, just not to cry anymore,Over you, my heart was suppose to adore you.Chances in the night where I feel like just dying, I can't understand why,You took be further ..</description>
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			<title>Blood Stains  (Su A Vera Iya) </title>
			<description>Delicate, yet whiteless sins,Atomic minds leading the arrogant animals,Let tonight be the dine of morphine.Countless hours of sticking needles on one skin,Diseases meant to be tasted by immortal planets.That herb of mayonnaise taste a little stolen.Sharp knives work, cut across the chest to see ..</description>
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			<title>Lost With Out Her</title>
			<description>Open my status my books undamaged,Every dream that I have i'm damaged,I'm losing my talents with out special things,In my life, what hell am I here for, Sensed and&amp;nbsp;banned myself from being in love,Since the break up I have fallen out of the trust swang.Poppin the pills like i'm poppin the lies ..</description>
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			<title>Breaking Point</title>
			<description>Withered and old water,Particle of new and conclusive time,Stretched and torn truth of the matter,Sacred yet betrayed like a foe of many,Disturbed with visions of terrors night,Nightmares sweaty in the lust,Hoping I can reach the dust,So I can linger on upward towards the skies,Followed by the lies,..</description>
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