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			<title>Comatose</title>
			<description>It's dark.I'm within my own world; unable to see, lurking beneath the shadows.I am now in between life and death. No one can save me from the nightmare I have been living.I have no ascendancy over my body.All I have..&amp;nbsp;(Me, myself, and I.)My life has became very much like a coma.I'm aw..</description>
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			<title>Picture Perfect</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; Life isn't always as perfect as you want it to be. There are only two types of people in the world when it comes to this situation. The ones who ignore the situation and the ones one try to ignore it, even though they're stuck to the truth like a magnet. If you want to spend your time trying ..</description>
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			<title>I swear, I'll survive</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;The plead for acceptance within my own mind is as relevant; amongst all pain and suffering that darkness has burdened upon me. To gasp for air throughout nights terrors, is to combat the awakenings of what haunts my memories and shame for the adolescents that was thieved-way long ago.I'm drown..</description>
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