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			<title>He's home </title>
			<description>He&amp;rsquo;s Home the floor shakes I run &amp; hidehe&amp;rsquo;s the wrath of a violent tidethat doesn&amp;rsquo;t love mebut how could he?Liquor drifted off his breathLike a breeze at the oceanbut worseHe strangles He screams I quiver and cower God Bless the Angels but their hands are ..</description>
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			<title>Shout out to my Fallen Dad</title>
			<description>I'm not ready for goodbye,Nor so long or see you later.Not ready for the end,Not ready for this reality.I'm not ready for this life,one without you in it.I'm not ready for your goodbye.maybe someone else's,anyone else's,just not yours,never ever yours.Death doesn't become o..</description>
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