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			<title>Stronger</title>
			<description>Broken and left in placeIn a cornerCurled up in a ballWith thoughts that never leaveAnd that slowly begin to consume her reality.Slowly standsAgainst the slience That makes her dwellOn the things that were taken and never returnedTears running down..</description>
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			<title>Visibility</title>
			<description>Everyone has worn covers to their bookNot everyone has pages lost throughout years like meDays with Faith Completely GoneWeeping all through the nightNo Hope to Move OnFrom all the ScarsNot Wanting to LeaveOr Be GoneI Always try to perfect my StoryBut I&amp;rsquo;ve always had to go ba..</description>
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			<title>Dark Secrets</title>
			<description>I need someone to save meFrom my own incapability&amp;rsquo;s I want to shine The way my smile doesI write to show the world What I can&amp;rsquo;t always sayEven thou my own words Crucify me in so many waysSo much you all don&amp;rsquo;t knowSo much pain my glistening eyes shadow overThere ..</description>
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			<title>Breath</title>
			<description>She has many WoundsNot all have healedDespite the Weakness at times she portraysShe finds some Kind of Strength to Keep Moving OnLooking Deeply as HerselfHer Eyes Tired and LostThe Face of Someone she used to KnowBut now a Stranger in the MirrorHands over Her HeartNot the Steady Be..</description>
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