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			<title>Take a little time.</title>
			<description>One life to live. One heart to beat. One chance to live this life, the way 'you' want it.</description>
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			<title>Once upon a summer's day..</title>
			<description>Learn to appreciates what you have,
bore time appreciates what you had..</description>
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			<title>Disdain.</title>
			<description>Days of endless struggle..</description>
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			<title>Path of eternal youth..</title>
			<description>Hiding her face, hiding the truth..She walked the path, of eternal youth.Glitters, diamonds, pretty faces,Pretty lies..It was her doom in disguise.Hair of black color,Along with a black fallen dress,She was a professional like no other,Who dressed, just to impress.Oh, she used to be real,so down to ..</description>
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			<title>Cold and distant, she was.</title>
			<description>Her dreams were a beautiful garden,
To which he was like a horrible storm.</description>
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			<title>Thinking about you..</title>
			<description>You're in my thoughts before I sleep,but then instead of counting sheep.I lay there, wishing, if only you could &amp;nbsp;see,what you&amp;nbsp;truly&amp;nbsp;mean to me.I fear no destiny,I want no world,as long as we're together,there's nothing more I desire.Thinking about it,I don't know how or when you sneak..</description>
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			<title>Betrayal.</title>
			<description>Because at times, the people you can take down a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger.</description>
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