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			<title>Another Sad Day</title>
			<description>On the verge...
All the things I couldn't say, felt them quietly, knowing that absolutely nothing is going to change. (False hope) can be such a brutal thing.</description>
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			<title>Memoirs of a broken heart</title>
			<description>A phrase came to mind, having heard it many times...it was romantic and so I felt inspired. I felt inspired by my own rough patch and I wanted to leave something lasting. </description>
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