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			<description>Here I stand in the darkness screaming at talking to it nobody else is there but me and it,But every once and a while a little light streams through pure white, The first time I ever saw it I ran for it hope to be a way out of the dark, every step I took I got closer but there was always one mistake..</description>
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			<title>My Own Lake</title>
			<description>I feel like I should help, But I'm stuck under this lake of denial, But under that all of my strengths look me straight in my eyes and I swim as fast as I can but when I get close someone's standing there but I swear one day I will conquer it and I will reach me strengths.</description>
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