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			<title>Disappointment</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I had such high standards for you.You made everything betterand now I sit here and wonder 'why you?'I've been sitting here thinking day and nightAbout what could've been...It's been a year now.&amp;nbsp;And I came to a conclusionIt&amp;rsquo;s you.&amp;nbsp;You were the one person that never disappointed ..</description>
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			<title>Never Quite Like I Did</title>
			<description>He didnt love me like I did him.His arms never quite hugged me like mine did him.&amp;nbsp;He never worried like my brain did.&amp;nbsp;I loved him and sometimes he did too.But never quite like I did.I looked at him&amp;nbsp;and sometimes he looked at me,But never with the same passion that I did.I looked at hi..</description>
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			<title>Invalid</title>
			<description>Memories. The ones that replay in my mind.Like a ball. Ricocheting back and forth.&amp;nbsp;I sit and think about the last time we kissed.The last time I felt your lips brush against mine;The innocence behind it.I didn&amp;rsquo;t even know it would be the last time.&amp;nbsp;I sit here and think about everythi..</description>
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