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			<title>Denial</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Safe tucked away in a place called denial. Where love can&amp;rsquo;t hurt my heart.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;Tucked in tight like a baby getting put down for bed.This is an argument that keeps running through my head.I&amp;rsquo;m in denial there&amp;rsquo;s no hiding itAnd when I believe myself I&amp;rsquo;..</description>
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			<title>The Result</title>
			<description>Another day. Another day of the same thing. This has become a routine. It&amp;rsquo;s Wednesday afternoon, middle of the week. No one would be home for a few hours. I return home from school feeling the same unceasing pain of failure. I go to the kitchen to get a bottle of water then head to the livin..</description>
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			<title>Out At Sea</title>
			<description>You are the one who told meI&amp;rsquo;m not easy to pleaseBut you are perfect for meAnd now you&amp;rsquo;re out at sea&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;ve watched you fade awayAnd I don&amp;rsquo;t know what to sayThe memories stand stillLike a crisp dollar bill&amp;nbsp;The touch of your lips on mineMakes me..</description>
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			<title>Anxious</title>
			<description>Anxiously awaiting. Waiting for the sky to rise. Waiting to open my eyes. Tomorrow I get another chance to shine. It&amp;rsquo;s my time to untwine. Say goodbye to the sorrow, the hate, and the worry. My visions to become more clear, not blurry. I&amp;rsquo;ve been waiting for forever and a day not knowin..</description>
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