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			<title>Relationships</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; There's always a topic that always come up whenever I think of something. Relationships. How stupid, utterly stupid they are. Yet we all refuse to block it when it comes our way. Relationships hurt. But why do we want it so badly? Is being friends not enough? Why want to get close..</description>
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			<title>Wings</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I first met her. I saw her in the mirror. Surrounded by lots of other people. Then I would see her sitting motionlessly in a corner. With a smile. Wings stretched out as if she's going to take flight. Other times I would see her laughing. A very unique laugh some people..</description>
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			<title>free</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The wind flew through my hair as I jumped. I will be free. I will. This is the last step. The last. That will be the last thing to hurt me. Them. They will not be here anymore. I had went away. I hope they're happy. I hope they'll be happy to find me dead. Finally. Yes, I'm ..</description>
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			<title>I hate you</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;I hate you.&quot; I told him. But I don't. I tell him it's true. I act like it. I ignores him. I make myself believe it. But why does my heart hurts so much? It pains me. What's this raging feeling when i see him with another girl? Who's that girl? I asked. Then to myself, I ask..</description>
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			<title>Life as a River</title>
			<description>Life is like a riverAlways movingTrying to reach the goalAlways flowingTrying to reach the oceanSometimeswhen problems become too hard to solveLife may seen to be going nowhereWhen winter comesthe River may freezeButdeep downthere's always a solutionto keep going ondeep downthere's always a partthat..</description>
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