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			<title>My Crumbling Fortress</title>
			<description>My Crumbling Fortress&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;unfounded accusations pelted at me from alldirectionstrying to ignore everything, failingcowering under the strong repeated blows&amp;nbsp;wavering under a burden of guiltguilt for all the unfounded accusationspelted towards me with ..</description>
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			<title>A Trail of Red</title>
			<description>A Trail of Red&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;looking out the windowtears streaming down my facewatching you walk up the pathwalk through the door&amp;nbsp;there's a trail showing where you walkeda road of bright redglistening in the sunlighta trail of blood&amp;nbsp;your fac..</description>
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			<title>February 22, 2010</title>
			<description>Untitled&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;youpicked up the broken pieces I wasgluedthem back together and made me whole again&amp;nbsp;youkept me safewhilemy broken wings healedbutnow they&amp;rsquo;re all betterandI&amp;rsquo;m aching to stretch my wings and flyit&amp;rsquo;stime fo..</description>
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			<title>April 26, 2010</title>
			<description>Untitled&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Idon&amp;rsquo;t really see you any morewetalk but it&amp;rsquo;s not really the samebrushingover some subjectsandcompletely avoiding others&amp;nbsp;Iwonder if my feelings for youarereally trueoram I just looking for someonetofill ..</description>
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			<title>The Path of Love</title>
			<description>ThePath of Love&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;theysay that love is just 'round the cornerImust be walking in circlescauseeverywhere I goit'san endless wall&amp;nbsp;andjust when it doesn't seem so badlookinglike there's a corner coming up aheadmyhearts in my throat..</description>
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			<title>The Hardest Thing</title>
			<description>TheHardest Thing&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;andeveryone says that life goes onbutit&amp;rsquo;s not so easy to forgive and forgetwhenmemories haunt you and won&amp;rsquo;t go awaythehardest thing to do is to just move onsowhen someone says to just move onthatlife continuesi..</description>
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			<title>The Deep End</title>
			<description>TheDeep End&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;needto break downheadingtowards the deep endeverything'sbecoming a messnothingfeels rightandI'm slowly suffocating&amp;nbsp;there'sa void in my heart that only you can fillbutI just feel so strangeheadingalone towards t..</description>
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			<title>Runner's High</title>
			<description>Runner's High&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;runningmy mind slowly drifting into a state of itsowneverything around me suddenly insignificantand unimportantleaving behind all my worriesflying, soaring into the skyrunner's high&amp;nbsp;lost to everythingmy head up in a cloud..</description>
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			<title>Poppies</title>
			<description>Poppies&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inthe field where poppies grow wildalone girl wandering chanced upon a boyandas they walked together their lives intertwinedalwaystogether, always lovingtheywere soulmates if ever existed&amp;nbsp;inthe field where poppies grow wilda..</description>
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			<title>Perfect</title>
			<description>Perfect&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;in my eyesyou are perfect&amp;nbsp;youdon't think soyouthink that there's not much reason I have to think you're perfectbutthat's where you're wrong&amp;nbsp;you'vesaid before that you think I'm perfectbutI can't see that in myself any..</description>
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			<title>Ode to the Sun</title>
			<description>Ode to the Sun&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Abovethe high mountain tops capped in white snowFrombelow the horizon where sea meets skyPastthe green pastures of grazing animalsTheshining sun rises, every day of every yearTravelinggracefully through the skyBringinglight and wa..</description>
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			<title>Ode to the Ghost of Sadness</title>
			<description>Odeto the Ghost of Sadness&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Herpale ghost has visited me countless timesI&amp;rsquo;vegrown almost accustomed to her presenceEverywhere I go she follows me aroundAndas I walk by through a loud classroomThepeople I pass stop and turnLookingbehind me..</description>
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			<title>New Year's Day [2009]</title>
			<description>NewYears Day [2009]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;newyears day at 12AMbellschiming, people celebratingallover the States people welcome 2009&amp;nbsp;peopleso happy, I&amp;rsquo;m so sadpeoplewith friends, people with loved onesIlie here tonight, all alone&amp;nbsp;whent..</description>
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			<title>My Heart's Aching</title>
			<description>My Heart's Aching&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can't stand being away from you anylongermissing you with all my heart&amp;nbsp;I need you to complete meI can't live without youliving without you just wouldn't be worththe pain&amp;nbsp;I just want to be with you right nowholdi..</description>
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			<title>I'm Missing You</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;mMissing You&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;andsince the day I moved something&amp;rsquo;s been wrongeverythinghurts and everything feels badand there&amp;rsquo;sa pain that&amp;rsquo;s gnawing at meitseating away at meandI don&amp;rsquo;t know what to do&amp;nbsp;Itried to ignore ..</description>
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			<title>I Don't Belong</title>
			<description>IDon&amp;rsquo;t Belong&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;andas these days grow longIstart to think I don&amp;rsquo;t belongtheworld and its peoplethishouse full of strangersfriendswho come and leave againthosewho cared and those who matteredcomeand leave like the seasons change..</description>
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			<title>Here For You</title>
			<description>HereFor You&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you&amp;rsquo;reworrying me, but I know you don&amp;rsquo;t mean tobutI mean what I saywhenI say I&amp;rsquo;ll be here for youcauseI know what it&amp;rsquo;s liketofeel all aloneandI know what it&amp;rsquo;s likewhennothing feels rightlike..</description>
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			<title>Changed</title>
			<description>Changed&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;andsomething&amp;rsquo;s changed I just can&amp;rsquo;t lay my finger onthewords just don&amp;rsquo;t come like the way they once used toevenas I write, pen in hand poised over the papertheinability to write slurs my wordsandas the pen moves over the pape..</description>
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			<title>Broken Hope</title>
			<description>Broken Hope&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;screamed at, shouted atthe most innocent of actionsturned into the worst of crimes&amp;nbsp;before I was here, those times were badI was alone, fighting my own battlefailing, on the point of losing&amp;nbsp;that's when you came into my life..</description>
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			<title>Can't</title>
			<description>Can&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;wecan&amp;rsquo;t keep going on like thiscan&amp;rsquo;tkeep telling each other thatoneday it&amp;rsquo;ll all get bettereverythingwrong will just fade away&amp;nbsp;wecan&amp;rsquo;t go on when there&amp;rsquo;s no trustdon&amp;rsquo;tknow how to gain it b..</description>
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