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			<description>Everyone has that certain place where they are at ease, feeling liberated and unbound up in the snowy billows of halcyon, but I don't have just one exact place of safe haven. Whenever the core of my creation feels content, that usually is when I'm composing the verses of my innermost feelings that I..</description>
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			<title>Next Step</title>
			<description>owen there you were in my favoritecoffee shop ordering from my best friend lilia the bestbarista they have in the whole cityi take my usual seat, in the window all theway in the back.a spot that you'd know about if you been here for years. It's in this little cranny of a corner like a golden needlei..</description>
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			<title>The Living</title>
			<description> The living.I was sitting amongThe green sharp grassDreaming about how lifeWould be different, thinking about the futureHow I could be happyOr how I could be filled with Depression 	The thing about DepressionIt likes to keep you amongThe sad instead of the happyAs I lay in the sharp green grassI wis..</description>
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