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			<title>A Loved One</title>
			<description>With the broken glass We mourn you.With the shattered heartsWe wait.With the bullets from your bottles,And the mess to be cleaned,We sweep away the ashes you left behind.Tired of the blind feelings,Of not knowing what&amp;rsquo;s to come, We weep for your lost soul. With her love robbed from your bodyAn..</description>
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			<title>The Damned Souls</title>
			<description>I am a non existent human being.I live for the love and affection,But crave for the hatred.I am sad, pathetic, worthless.But yet, I am amazing, beautiful, and a treasure To those who care to see it.So, I wish for you to take me into your handsAnd release me into the arms of your angel.For I am a god..</description>
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			<title>A Little Boys&amp;rsquo; Dream</title>
			<description>I can feel the wind blowing against my body. Trying to hold me back. My hair is everywhere with the wind, smacking me in the face. My open jacket blowing loudly behind me like a cape. I can hear the sounds of waves smashing against the rocks beneath the bridge. Looking over the railing of the bridge..</description>
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			<title> Fear of the Ticking Clock</title>
			<description>Hidden,Fear comes to find me.Trying to trap me in its cold embrace.Tick tock, tick tockThe minutes counting me down.So much to do and no time.Time,A small variable in the meaning of life.Yet, it&amp;rsquo;s the small things that matter the most.Tick tock, tick tockTime betrays me tonight.Counting down t..</description>
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