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			<title>Irony</title>
			<description>After long discussions, what I thought was head way being made in our relationship the irony comes crashing home.Since the beginning I've expressed my concern for the time spent in the bar rooms, alcohol consumed, etc. etc.Finally after a turbulent weekend to say the least it all comes down to the o..</description>
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			<title>Drowning </title>
			<description>Drowning in your own tears.Here I sit at my desk at work, day 5 of tears, heart breaking hurt. Very little sleep, pms, my life feels as though it's falling apart. And making it worse is feeling as though you just don't care....at all. You're standing above me watching me drown and you won't even e..</description>
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			<title>Respect </title>
			<description>It's about respect.Respecting that someone had brought to your attention that their actions are at times hurtful, doubtful, and deceitful. You opened up to that person trusting that your voice would be heard, your fears acknowledged, and hopefully respected. But....see there's always that BUT...</description>
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			<title>I'll fight the fight</title>
			<description>Ill fight the fight...Everyday, me against my boys, my boys against each other, my boys against their own person. Ill fight the fight because I have life experiences that have taught me how. Ill fight the fight because my mother showed me how to be strong. Ill fight the fight because my fight agai..</description>
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			<title>Recalculating</title>
			<description>To find your place in life, to feel like you belong, it's a long road traveled.  Once you find it, or think you've found it you find a sense of comfort, safety, a purpose. Then life happens and you find yourself on a detour, whether it be your family, a relationship, a job, your travel is thrown..</description>
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			<title>Conditioned</title>
			<description>Conditioned.I think people who are treated a certain way, that's hurtful, mean and disrespectful become conditioned in that manner. People closest to your heart treat you badly like an option, like you don't matter and eventually you become accustomed to that treatment and accept it as your worth...</description>
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