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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>We wait on our beds for death to come by,Thinking on how useless our lives were spent.&amp;nbsp;How every second that passed by with you hitting your child,Could've been spent on laughing with him.&amp;nbsp;You think way, way back,On how instead of watching your mother cry,You could've given her a thousands..</description>
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			<title>Machine Heart</title>
			<description>As I write down my thoughts and my feelings,I have come to the conclusion that I don't have.They are just memories and scarsOf a broken and forgotten past.&amp;nbsp;I have come to the conclusion,That every thought and feeling I have,Is not mine, but a reactionTowards a memory I have.I have no thoughts o..</description>
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			<title>The Humanity</title>
			<description>How many timesWill we have to sufferIn order to understandThat we are not that bright.&amp;nbsp;How many sunsetsWill we have to watchIn order to value itLike no other jewel.How many glassesWill we have to breakTo fully understandThat they are all delicate.&amp;nbsp;How many peopleWill we have to killTo stop..</description>
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			<title>The Last Memories I Hold</title>
			<description>I can't remember the last time we had a family dinner.When we would sit down at the table and talk,Talk about all the things that have been happening,All the things we discovered as we looked past every imperfection and found heaven.No, I can't remember.I also can't remember the last time I had frie..</description>
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			<title>Happy Mother's Day</title>
			<description>A short story on a loving mother and a sumisive son.</description>
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			<title>Blurred Reality</title>
			<description>A short story. Not much to say. </description>
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