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			<description>I sit beneath the trees.My arms crossed and head on my knees.My emotions quite neurotic.I feel I may be psychotic.&amp;nbsp;Darkness seeps into my skin.For what I&amp;rsquo;m about to do will be a mortal sin.In my imagination waves are crashing.Against my pride and my passion. &amp;nbsp;My d..</description>
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			<title>One thing</title>
			<description>I have found&amp;nbsp;this one&amp;nbsp;thing.The thing that makes me smile.One you can see from miles.The thing that makes&amp;nbsp;you whole.One who's heart you've stole.The thing to stop the tears.The one to wash away all your fears.&amp;nbsp;Things that go wrong won't seem.To matter cause were a..</description>
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			<title>why I love you.</title>
			<description>The girl asks...Why do you love me?She says..I love ..Your beautifal eyes.The way they look at me.Your beautifal smile.The way I can't help but laugh when i see it.Your beautifal hair.How you let me play with it.Your cute little laugh.How it makes my heart melt.&amp;nbsp;When you..</description>
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			<title>senses</title>
			<description>So I sit here,For rain to pourBut it neverComes.&amp;nbsp;I watch for theStars to shine,but They never do.&amp;nbsp;I listen toMy heart beat,But I get no reply.&amp;nbsp;I reach my handTo fly away,But...My wings never grow.</description>
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			<title>To dark..</title>
			<description>Its dark and hard to see.The path that's right for meMoving slowly, so I do not fall.Walking through this dusty hall.As I come to the end..There's two ways that bend.&amp;nbsp;Each have one door.Both have different paths in store.They both have such elegance.Beauty that's beyond ..</description>
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			<title>the edge of misunderstandings</title>
			<description>Seeing is believing right?I can only see the pain.As we yell and fight.just leaves me stained.is it supposed to end like this?can i mend what has been broken?Is my whole life at risk?will you take back words you've spoken?my head in pieces and my heart on the floorcan i enjoy life and make you enjoy..</description>
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