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			<title>Do I ever cross your mind? </title>
			<description>Do you ever think of me? The damage you caused. Does it ever bother you? Keep you up at night? Repeating over and over? Or is you life the status quo?Did you think I would forget? Have you? Or is it ignored? Have I become a dirty little secret locked way in the ressess of your mind? ..</description>
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			<title>Comfort in the Night</title>
			<description>I don't need to talk everyday,Relaying every second of our lives.I don't need late night conversations,To confess our deepest secrets.I don't need the reassurance of your love for me,&amp;nbsp;To be constantly intimate is a bore.&amp;nbsp;It would be too much right now.All I need is your body,&amp;nbsp;The phys..</description>
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			<title>Suppressed</title>
			<description>A thought&amp;nbsp;A spark and I was ignited&amp;nbsp;Consumed by the flames&amp;nbsp;Slowly burning out&amp;nbsp;I am delicate to the touchSo I hide myself awayAfraid I may turn to ashStill I am eroded by the wind&amp;nbsp;Pieces of me missing&amp;nbsp;Gone carelessly never to return&amp;nbsp;I am emptyI am goneI am charred....</description>
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