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			<title>Elusive Redemption</title>
			<description>I sit here with my life on pauseThinking of the pain I have causedWondering if I will ever be forgivenPraying that we can be friends again.Fell to past feelings that have become forbiddenTell me why did our story have to endI wonder how long before I become reclusiveKeeping my heart to myself and no..</description>
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			<title>Horrid reality </title>
			<description>While I slept I dreamt of a torrid landDesolate and in ruins, ruled by all things damnedThe humans, barely out of the grasp of adolescenceFull of life and youth&amp;rsquo;s quintessenceThey ran from place to place searching for food and shelterNot knowing of the shadows of beasts that loomed thereOne co..</description>
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			<title>Chains of the past</title>
			<description>I sit here awake, afraid to sleep,for I fear the visions that the darkness may bring.No, not the visions of hell, dragons, demons, or ghostsbut the ones that confound me the mostThe grains of sand that have already gone byHaunt me to this day, I know not whyVisions of a king and his cunning soon to ..</description>
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