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			<title>Son</title>
			<description>When I have a son, I'll raise him as strong as he can be. So he won't go around hurting women, like all the broken men hurt me. </description>
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			<description>Our love could have been endless. If only it ever began. I want my love to be with you. But in his hand, he still holds my heart. I fought for it back. But there's no getting it back. He evoked something in me. And every time we argue, the pain he left me, revives something in me. I dwell hours on e..</description>
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