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			<title>second chance</title>
			<description>Who gives a f**kabout your first love?Give a round of applausefor yoursecond love,because they taught youlove still existsafter you thoughtit never couldagain.</description>
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			<title>numb</title>
			<description>A pain that won't leave my side,eternal, endlessly moving through my body.Why suffer such a pain?I've felt this time and time again,but I can't part with it.It lingers on and causes the pain to grow.My entire body is almost able to feel no pain.I wonder if an over lapping pain could..</description>
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			<title>apprciate the little things in life</title>
			<description>Remember that time when you felt miserable, like you couldn't live another second, and you would cry yourself to sleep for three weeks straight?Until one day, you had enough. you felt like tearing all the walls down and screaming at the top of your lungs, but you choose not to. no, instead, you we..</description>
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			<title>viciously blinded</title>
			<description>Stomach swollen with pain she says that the men have left her hungry.On nights when she spoons her legs uo to the cavity of her chest she asks herself,Who will I be if I learn to survive on my own?She says to her mother.She says to the lady down the street who thanks God every night when her..</description>
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