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			<title>Words of Hate</title>
			<description>There is an image inside This image inside could never reflect on the outsideThose words of hateOh those words of hateYou see they will only close it's gateYou are masked&quot;Let me out&quot; it askedWith another word of hateThey finally close the gateNever to be opened Never to be, you seeNow this image, th..</description>
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			<title>Suicide</title>
			<description>This worldThis shimmering golden glow&amp;nbsp;When golden turns to rust that's when you knowForced to live with these beingsForced to live in the beingYour stuck and crushedBut the sake of sanity has you shushedPain insideOnly that lacerate makes it subsideDarkness has arrivedBut were there is darkness..</description>
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			<title>Chronic Depression</title>
			<description>A flight of numbness&amp;nbsp;No emotionYour cluelessLocked up in that mindThat depression cries outYour so clueless so it tries to shoutAt the same moment your heart was broke''Your depressed&quot;, your mind spokeNow your a shattered mirrorOnly wishing you'd woken up before you shed that tear</description>
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			<title> Reflection</title>
			<description>Something isn't right hereIs it this mirror?Or is it my refectionThe reflection of which holds pain and neglectionImaginary scares turn into realityMasked bye beauty this world is a tragedy &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can'..</description>
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			<title>Fighting your depression</title>
			<description>This mass of pain&amp;nbsp;Its were your darkness liesThis coat of stressIts what scars your thighs&amp;nbsp;With ever wordEvery commentThey ruin our last moment&amp;nbsp;I will free you from this redemption!Because your crying over this neglection&amp;nbsp;This devil insideIts what they call suicideDon't let them ..</description>
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			<title>Now Broken</title>
			<description>A shinning heartA beating soulWhat once was blissfulNow brokenA girl that thrivedA girl that shoneNow casted out bye the ones she lovedTears broke freeHope now smashedOne small scar&amp;nbsp;Then many moreThat shinning heartThat beating soulWhat once was blissful now brokenOnce broken now dead</description>
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