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			<title>My so called life</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m falling asleep. I&amp;rsquo;m alwaysdoing that, but I can&amp;rsquo;t seem to help it. Makes it hard to tell the differencebetween reality and my dreams. I guess that just makes it more interestingnever know what to expect anymore. Last I remember I was headed to the store,but now I&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>Here </title>
			<description>Bright blue skies, vacant eyesWanting, but cannot haveWhere are you, I miss you so muchI am hone, and so are youI guess im alone forever, in my new homeDark black skies, no friendly eyesSearching, but there is nothing to be foundWhere am I, deep spaceI am here, and you are no where to be foundForeve..</description>
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			<title>Grow</title>
			<description>Bring back the days where I was excited to grow.Give me the days where I was being held in my mother&amp;rsquo;sarms unknowing of the world outside.The days where everything was so innocent, and didn&amp;rsquo;tfeel so chaotic.I once believed everything will be alright.Now I know what li..</description>
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