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			<title>Feeling</title>
			<description>I have this feeling. Like one day you're just going to wake up and stop loving me.Like you're just going to wonder what you even saw in me. But then again.I have this feeling that you're going to stay.No matter how hard times can be.I feel like you'll stick to my side and fight for what we have.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>When his soft lips touch mine its like an electric shock.I feel this tremor happening in my body.I feel loved. Wanted.I feel like I have never felt before.Is this love I feel.. or is this his tricks.Does he want me the way I want him?&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Razor</title>
			<description>Razor.Slowly I walk to my drawer.Thinking about life, friends and family.why , why do&amp;nbsp; I feel this way?I grab this thing I call my best friend.Dragging it across my scared skin.Ill only do one that's all.But it never just is one.More and more.One by one each cut gets deeper.The blood comes pour..</description>
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