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			<title>The Song of the Nightingale</title>
			<description>our actions speak louder than our intentions</description>
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			<title>someone like Him</title>
			<description>It's funny how the first time we metI found myself thinking nothing about himI was so determined to keep away&amp;nbsp;from developing feelingsfrom hurting myself&amp;nbsp;from losing myself againand not being able to recognize the person staring back at me in the mirrorfrom being someone who'll change anyt..</description>
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			<title>Cinderella</title>
			<description>&quot;But he who dares not grasp the thorn, should never crave the rose&quot;-Anne Bronte</description>
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			<title>BCD</title>
			<description>my contradicting feelings on children&gt;.&gt;
Is there such thing as the Bipolar Children Disease?? (BCD)</description>
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			<title>Somewhere along this road</title>
			<description>I find it really hard to write poems, with the trouble of finding words that makes sense AND rhymes</description>
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			<title>Smile Upon the Sky</title>
			<description> A broken heart accompanies a past with tears. Only when the memories are evoked, perhaps coincidentally, so that we will learn to embrace the past and &quot;move on&quot; </description>
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