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			<title>I just might</title>
			<description>One more night in the life of a manic pixie </description>
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			<title>Pastel Pink</title>
			<description>Pastel PinkThis moment it seems perfect how many pills did it takelooking up at the sky and the clouds are pastel pinkHas it been a whole bottlehas it been a few cutshas it been a whole tablet All i know is i feel numbin my pastel pink worldno one can touch merainbows and candythey make me sweet in ..</description>
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			<title>Hold My Hand</title>
			<description>From a very tender age we are introduced to holding hands, now as a child i never really understood the concept, i saw hand holding as something mundane; my mother held my hand to cross the street, you held someones hand on field trips so you wouldn't get lost from your &quot;buddy&quot; or simply to pull on ..</description>
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			<title>Burning</title>
			<description>I Dare you to look at an inch of your body and not think of me.At your cheeks and every tear i wiped off them.At your neck and not feel my lips still on it.At your birthmarks and not see every line i drew on them with my fingers in the early hours of dawn as if they were a constellation.Everything i..</description>
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			<title>Losing touch</title>
			<description>Ahnedonia.The word itself is defined as no longer finding joy in things that used to entertain you.My whole life I've dealt with this very definition, i &amp;nbsp;easily loose touch of myself and feel like i' drifting in a dream that's not quite my own. Everyone assumes depression makes you feel sad con..</description>
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