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			<title>Shutter</title>
			<description>Song I wrote for that girl I'll never have.</description>
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			<title>Memorabilla</title>
			<description>Returning to that special place/person/memory you use to call your own.</description>
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			<title>My A*s...</title>
			<description>It's quite lame but I am not ashamed.</description>
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			<title>Regards Referring To.</title>
			<description>Ever feel hopeless and down? No? Well you will after reading this.</description>
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			<title>Things I believe to do that heal he soul and mind.</title>
			<description>Little things you can do everyday to make life a little easier on you.</description>
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			<title>Danced with the Devil</title>
			<description>&quot;Have you ever danced with the Devil in the pale moon light?&quot;</description>
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			<title>Those Damn Kids</title>
			<description>Comparing childhood with adulthood. Don't try growing up too fast kids: Being an adult stinks worse that rotten eggs.</description>
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			<title>Scared of the Sea</title>
			<description>But do you not see, this is not where I should be?</description>
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			<title>What Matters</title>
			<description>The logic of a young adolescent hard hearted child.</description>
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			<title>ALIVE</title>
			<description>We are but a continuous seed in the garden of life. Perhaps Death, Sleep, then Heaven? Perhaps Death, Sleep, a New Life?</description>
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