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			<title>Broken Bones</title>
			<description>My eyes widely open.I silently scream.My arms become numb,This is no dream. I'm screaming out &quot;please take my hand&quot;.Im holding onto vices and I don't think I can. I close my eyes,And see your face. I just want to hold you.But you pushed me away.I loved you, But now my hearts gr..</description>
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			<title>On The Edge. </title>
			<description>Everything's the same. Having to deal with the pain. If only it could stop. I'm on the edge..This time it's not glory.. but a suicide story..</description>
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			<title>Over The Horizon </title>
			<description>The atmosphere gleams.The stars shine so bright. Blue glare over the horizon. The moment feels so right. &amp;nbsp;When the night ends.The moon shrivels and dies.But it will be here soon. Because time really flies.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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