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			<title>Don't</title>
			<description>Don't cry,Tears only drain you.Don't create pain,It will only mask the true hurt for a little while.Don't feel worthy of blame,His death was not out of spite.Don't end your life,Remember you have purpose.Through the tears,The pain,The confusion,The doubt,Stay strong.</description>
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			<title>Finding Herself</title>
			<description>She let the monsters get to her.She became broken,Broken into so many pieces not even he could put her back together.Those monsters consumed her.But, in time, she found her strength.Those monsters inside her finally died.She has broken free of the pain.&amp;nbsp;Something entirely new came to life.In lo..</description>
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			<title>This I Believe</title>
			<description>The door slams. I fall onto the wooden bench slamming my elbows down on the piano. It replies with a scream of jumbled noise. I run my fingers through my hair grabbing handfuls. Just trying to keep myself from crying out. Tears streaming down my cheeks onto the black and white keys. I stare down at ..</description>
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