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			<title>In the Dark</title>
			<description>Dad.	There are no words that could even explain how I feel right now. I was your little girl and you were my best friend, the one man I looked up to, you made me believe that there is nothing out there that could hurt me. But as I grew up, I saw the real you. The real you who hurt me more than anyon..</description>
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			<title>Dust</title>
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