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			<title>Chorus To Hell</title>
			<description>This is the beginning of a little something i wrote when i was 14</description>
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			<title>Wide Open</title>
			<description>Open Widegiving your body enough wateris as equally important as giving it enough restbut if the only time you feel aliveand the only time you feel freeis the time when the world around youseems to take a sigh of reliefdoes it really matter?does being in a paralysed state of halfco..</description>
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			<title>Chlorine</title>
			<description>procrastinationthe worst thing to be good atruined themdissolving my BPD mindall my lifei tried everything not to be one of themas much as i dug into the concrete groundi couldnt escape the realitysomething so plain and clearglowing crystalinedenialim crazynot crazy as in w..</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>time moves so quicklybut so slow when you dont want it tolike you are stuck in foreverbut its only been a minute you've gonethroughits like everytime i hear your voice screamingat mei can hear every single word crystal cleari can feel the vibrations of your movementsnearbut all..</description>
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			<title>Smiling Faces</title>
			<description>I 've torn all the faces of people frommy walli hate the way they stare at melike they are disgusted by who i amwhen i was littlei used to believe, that everything youseehad feelingseven the faces on handles of doors ,and the strings of grasseven the faces i cut out of the book..</description>
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