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			<title>Dreams for sale</title>
			<description>Chill he said we don&amp;rsquo;t have to do anything you don&amp;rsquo;t want to do.But he was selling me lies while I was selling him dreams.Excuse me while I slow us down &amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I know we&amp;rsquo;re done but stick around for what could have been have we gave it more substance.Visualize with me our im..</description>
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			<title>Intentional friends</title>
			<description>This is an illustration of the work that goes into making romantic relationships work. The usage of &quot;true colors&quot; metaphor: is how scattered our perspective of our image is before it's put together.</description>
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			<title>10 Years later ...</title>
			<description>But you see today ... We broke freeToday ... I came out as bare as my birthdayI heard the saviour was in town to rescue the trapped ...and my name, he calledBut you see today ... Was 10years laterAnd this is why I couldn't leave ...I burnt the suitcases my stuff came in.&amp;nbsp;I thought I'd never nee..</description>
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