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			<title>Salt Water Eyes </title>
			<description>Sadness. Do you ever come to an end? Oh, the misery. I love your ways. The way you can enter someone's body when never expected and the sleek way of you permanently staying. An unpredictable way of how often you are healthy to one. Simply amazing. But fairly devious. Never does one not need you. One..</description>
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			<title>Washing my Brain</title>
			<description>Such beautiful faces hover over my peculiar expression. Conclusion has determined such sweet melodies I could taste. I'm alive. Elaborate eyes lost in a tranquilized mind. A romance so pure. This shall carry to death in question. Vibrations soften this ticker. Scraping images I cannot have. Wash me ..</description>
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			<title>Psycho</title>
			<description>I wish not to be this difficult. Who do I have to blame? I say I've let go, but who am I to say? My actions speak the loudest. How does one heal? With wounds so deep, it feels almost impossible. With answers ungiven, how do you expect me to give you closure? I won't expect your belief, but these wor..</description>
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			<title>The Collector</title>
			<description>Sleep becomes a variable. Days and nights are unstoppable. Time, unbearable. Not a single year has been divided. My eyes are aching. Just hiding behind the tears of a clown. Collecting thoughts that have once been buried. Shall we reminess? </description>
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