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			<title>Puzzle </title>
			<description>When I found youI found meI was no longer aloneI was put togetherThere were no missing piecesWe were the perfect puzzleOn lookers envied what we hadWe had so many beautiful memoriesThat they're not even possible to forgetThat part of my life was my lifeThe life I lovedThen I lost you somewhe..</description>
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			<title>i didn't want you to leave </title>
			<description>I didn't want you to leave,When i said those things,I meant What you thought Of him. Not you yourself.But now your gone. And The worst thing is, Is That i know its all my Fault. Because my stupidSelf..Got me into this stupidMess. Now i cry every SingleNight. But i still love you.Your my best..</description>
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			<title>A Friend </title>
			<description> came to you the hour I was in painLooking for answers, I cried to you in vain.I shared the many skeletons hiding in my heart,I knew then you'd be my friend,I knew it from the start.Troubles ran like rivers, flowing through my life,You picked the pieces up and help me through my strife.When ..</description>
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			<title>Depressed.</title>
			<description>The light slowly fading,i saw that familiar puddle,so dark and black,i looked back to my wrists,saw that smooth cut,so fine under the blanket of blood.i see this everyday,each time looking so new,i never seem to know why though,that little trickle of blood,letting it fall in that puddle,turn..</description>
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