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			<title>True Love Never Dies</title>
			<description>I know I talk about him a lot. And I know it's annoying. But I can't help it. I've tried to stop. I've tried to move on, but my heart won't let go. He's all I ever think about. Everyone tells me to just forget about him like it's so easy. It kills me. Losing him was one of the worst pains I've ever ..</description>
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			<title>One Day it Will Kill Me</title>
			<description>When I love, I love hard. I take being in a relationship seriously. I think that's what f***s me up the most. People don't take anything seriously anymore. Everything is a joke; a game. Throwing &quot;I love you&quot; out like it's nothing and letting someone go with the snap of a finger like they meant absol..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye My Sweet Love</title>
			<description>Before I met you, I already knew what love was. I had already felt all there was to feel. Or so I thought. I met you and everything changed. You were thefirst friend I ever made in Florida. That in itself is pretty special to me. I'll never forget the day I met you. December 14th, 2014. You approach..</description>
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			<title>Love Hurts</title>
			<description>They say you should never run back to what's hurting you, but I've never been smart when it comes to love, so I always go back. That's why I partly blame myself. I've been asking why you keep hurting, but really, I should be asking why I keep letting you. I guess I'm just an idiot with her hopes up ..</description>
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