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			<title>For I Fell in Love</title>
			<description>My chest- no, my heart hurts,It pounds against my chest painful,Unable to contain my whirlpool of emotions,Sad, angry, heartbroken, sick, and tiredsad because I helped you go,Angry for not stopping you,Heartbroken as I watched you fall in love,Sick of not being noticed,&amp;nbsp;Tired of getting myself ..</description>
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			<title>Do You Know?</title>
			<description>Do you know that feeling when you lay in bed,feeling absolutely nothing,Yet your chest feels heavy,And there is nothing you can do to lighten it,You don't why you feel this,But that it just makes you feel hallow inside.So you lay there thinking,Thinking what made you this way,You can't break free fr..</description>
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			<title>The Victim</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s ok&amp;rdquo; they said,&amp;ldquo;Everything will be alright&amp;rdquo; they said,&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s gets better&amp;rdquo; they said,&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re strong&amp;rdquo; they said,&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;ll move on&amp;rdquo; they said,&amp;ldquo;The pain will go away&amp;rdquo; they said.Yet their eyes are filled wit..</description>
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			<title>Ignorance is Not a Bliss</title>
			<description>I stood there,Looking down at the dirt,Where my friend laid,Many feet below,My tears did not dare move,Knowing that I was at fault,I could have saved him,But I didn&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;ldquo;Beloved Son&amp;rdquo;,It read on his gravestone,My toes curl at those words,Such lies,His mother never cared for him,Nor di..</description>
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