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			<title>Blood</title>
			<description>She sits, She hides,She screams,She cries,The tears, The shame,Brought red smears...Blood.The only thing she could turnto,as the stain grew,She fell farther away from faith,Fell out of place,Unwanted,Screaming,Scars run deep,Years of empty pages,Feelings going strange,Built with pain and rage.Until ..</description>
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			<title>Break up...</title>
			<description>So many memories gone to waste,I loved you.And I even had the guts to say it to your face.Why would you want to hurt me?It just doesn't make any sense.You walked out on what we could be,Without giving a single last glance.Now I lay in my bed unable to sleep,I gave you my heart,and it's yours to keep..</description>
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