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			<title>Miss Independent</title>
			<description>EmptyThat's how I feel everydayAlways doing things aloneBut that's how I was raisedIndependentBut sometimes, just sometimes, I need a little helpI hate it hereI hate this apartmentSuch hostile environmentBut my roommate is a princessShe can do no wrongYou confront her, she criesAll she spits out is ..</description>
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			<title>Real Love</title>
			<description>All it took was one simple smart remark from my mouthYou snappedMy eye was blackTerrifiedI kept quietHe didn't mean it? Did he?It was just an accidentHe loves meBut then it happened againAnd againOver and overIt became the new norm&quot;I do this because I love you&quot;But this isn't loveBut if I leave, what..</description>
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			<title>Panic</title>
			<description>PanicIt slowly overcomes my bodyAll the air leaves my lungsI feel heavyMy throat closesI can't breatheEverything is wrongEverythingFailureThat's all I amEveryday is a struggleA struggle to get out of bedA struggle to smileA struggle to find a reason to live anymoreI've tried to end it4 times to be e..</description>
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			<title>April 23, 2014</title>
			<description>&quot;You need to come now&quot;That's all that was saidThis can't be realMy own best friend, my soulmate, my worldDeadCould it be? Could it really be?Heartbreak, disbelief, fearWhy? Why God?Why him? Why not me?I'm the sick one, I'm the one that was suppose to dieGuiltNo goodbye, no I love you, nothingGone, j..</description>
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