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			<title>2 a.m Sadness</title>
			<description>It didn't hit me until 2 am, wide awake. With you the only thing on my mind, I lay there in the dark staring at the ceiling in silence, how it cuts me to the core. The silence I wish you would break with a call, a knock, a sound, anything&amp;hellip;. Anything to thaw my frozen heart. Then it hit me&amp;hel..</description>
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			<title>Show Me Your Light</title>
			<description>The wind blows.&amp;nbsp;Thoughts of you.&amp;nbsp;Filled with pain.&amp;nbsp;Emotion.&amp;nbsp;Tear after tear.Fear after fear.&amp;nbsp;Breath after agonizing breath.&amp;nbsp;Waiting for my heart to stop.&amp;nbsp;Waiting for a whisper in the night.Waiting for youto show me your light.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Icy Memories</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I can still hear your voice in the chilled winds that blow about me, it&amp;rsquo;s so cold. And I fall for your lies once more as I close my eyes imagining the warmth of your body so close to me. Your arms wrapping me in a tight hold, and for some reason everything seems..</description>
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			<title>A Perfect Night</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;But he doesn't know that that night all I saw was his eyes, how they glistened against the cold dark night only lit by a few stars in the sky, but oh, how they shined so much brighter than any of them. I will never forget how our eyes always spoke, it ..</description>
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