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			<title>you stand alone</title>
			<description>I know you dont need someone to take care of you. you are perfect the way you stand alone. But at some point everyone falls. Ill pick you up when its you on the ground. I wanna be the one you turn to, the one you cry to, the one you fall asleep next to. before I met you people asked me to describe t..</description>
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			<title>sick sick sick</title>
			<description>I know im sickhavent you heard?Oh, you havent?I guess its hard when people only speak in whispersbut i guess that's the point isnt it?They say that im a cruel human.They arent wrong.I wanna see you hurtI wanna see you screamI wish that i could collect your tears.Every time i thou..</description>
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			<title>clever little thing</title>
			<description>its ironic that the one person with the power to save me is also the person with the tools to destroy me</description>
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			<title>its not ice</title>
			<description>basic story of betrayel and a broken mind</description>
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			<title>be it rain or be it blood</title>
			<description>Rain falls. Rinsing what needs to be cleaned. Left hand the enemy of the right. it cowers at the reflection off metal from the light of the half dead lamp. Water falls. drip drip drip. mixing with my lifeline creating something no longer clear. like the apple of my eye. pain or pleasure. the most di..</description>
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