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			<title>The story of her</title>
			<description>The story of herShe isn't perfect.That is what she said.It is not true, last time I checked.She cries, she gets angry and she walks away.Leaving me, begging for her to stay.How is it possible, that something so amazing,Is able to drive herself so crazy.If only she could see what I can see.She doesn'..</description>
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			<title>What if?</title>
			<description>What if?What if this life is not as beautiful as we think?Maybe we just had too much to drink,What if love is just another word,That someone has just heard.F**k, what if even the grass wasn't as green.The sky wasn't as blue?What would even do?Would we go crazy, out of our mind,Would we lose our enti..</description>
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			<title>Stay</title>
			<description>Time healsall, he said.As I&amp;rsquo;msearching for the fire both in my heart and my back pocket.If timeheals all, than why?Why is itmonths later, and I&amp;rsquo;m still hurting every day.Usingcigarettes and booze to keep the pain away.Stilldreaming of ways I could have mad..</description>
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