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			<title>My Drug</title>
			<description>heart rate increasingblood rushing through my veinsmy mind deceives mehallucinations fill my brain&amp;nbsp;a touch on my skinevery breath becoming paper thinmy vision is blurredwords are transferredwhispers of i love youthe voices breaking down the wallthere is no time to undoeach one begins to falla d..</description>
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			<title>Stuck Again </title>
			<description>the glue has been spilled&amp;nbsp;i slipped today,and now my mind is filledit won&amp;rsquo;t go awaystress has riseninside of memy heart is a prism&amp;nbsp;trying to free,what I&amp;rsquo;m hidingis it me?something is shiningits shining too brightoh deari can&amp;rsquo;t seem to fightthis small tearit falls to the g..</description>
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			<title>Painted Smile</title>
			<description>a room filled with bright spiritscolors, shapes and music-less lyricsproud artists standing next to their work&amp;nbsp;people crowding, going berserk&amp;nbsp;avoiding the corner where a blank canvas stoodjust a lifeless paper on some rundown woodno one dared to approach the designerexcept a curious child ..</description>
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			<title>Grey </title>
			<description>neutral and indifferentunemotional and uncommittedthe early morning fog&amp;nbsp;the sidewalk of a lonely roadthe pebbles next to the throwing stonesthe cement stairs beside a brand new elevatorunwanted and unimportant&amp;nbsp;inoffensively bland and disinterestedmostly grey comes to mindnot bright, nor bo..</description>
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			<title>Veins</title>
			<description>blue lines tickling up your arms&amp;nbsp;down through your hands to your fingersnot always noticeable but there they lingerwhen your adrenaline begins to rushand all your thoughts finally flush&amp;nbsp;at that moment you will seethese veins emerge, while your blood is getting ready to fleethese moments pu..</description>
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			<title>One Day </title>
			<description>I like to think one day it will all be&amp;nbsp;okay&amp;nbsp;again&amp;nbsp;I like to think one day I'll be sitting in a restaurant with you smiling and laughingI like to think one day I'll no longer care about numbers or judgementsI like to think one day I'll be able to go to bed before the sun comes up and a..</description>
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