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			<title>Made of Dust</title>
			<description>We're a collection of dust playing with the windCarried away at the momentBlown away relentlesslyOblivious of the rain that is about to come,The rain that will drive us away togetherAnd will attempt to stop the fun foreverWell, was it really all about the fun?or was it about the long way run?Was it ..</description>
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			<title>Life Tragedy and Self Pity</title>
			<description>Photo not mineMy body's filled with scars, fresh bruises, and cuts.The cuts were so beautiful, each tells a different story:One of pain, another of care-free steps to temporary happiness.The scars were mirrors of my mistakes, pale and devoid of pain.The bruises hurt the most at the moment but you'll..</description>
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			<title>A Mental Note from Another Broken Soul</title>
			<description>Here I am once againLying in this familiar roomGetting used to the faint smell of socks and dried tearsReminding me who I was for the past three yearsWhile being swallowed wholly by the roof that seems so lowBuried deeply by the floor tainted with pain and sorrowTrapped by the walls that was too cro..</description>
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