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			<title>Jack-O-Lantern Heart</title>
			<description>Scoop away all feelingHollow out my heartI feel the knife within meSharpening with thoughtYou scar me ever slightlyI try to play my part.Is this what trust is about,A jack-o-lantern heart?Why can't I just be happyI am breaking apart.Now I will leave thisBut memory lives on.Someday soon I will create..</description>
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			<title>Dying Light</title>
			<description>As the leaves are changingI notice a harsh lightAs my memory is fadingI can't help but feel a frightSlowly, softly, blissfullyI become accustomed to the lightEach night getting brighterI &amp;nbsp;am starting to feel alrightAs my loved ones gatherMy breath becomes so shallowI look over at the ones I lov..</description>
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			<title>Trapped</title>
			<description>Dying never seemed so greatBut living was not betterHer sorrowful heartCould not seeThe light shining around herEverything seemed so darkthese small spaces haunt herEach week a new place to stayWith others who felt like herAll alone but surroundedHer wrists begin to call herThinking about all the pa..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye Innocence </title>
			<description>There is no moon tonight.Only stars hidden by the city lightsChildren cry about their broken bones,Deep within them are empty souls.And they all cry,For what nobody knows.The angels weep with themSoaking the sawdust beneath their feet.Everything used to be so pretty,Or so it seemed.As the children g..</description>
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			<title>On The Inside (Gold)</title>
			<description>Dealing with inner demons </description>
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			<title>Hushabye Angel </title>
			<description>Trigger Warning for anyone with SI or SH</description>
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