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			<title>Dear Marissa</title>
			<description>Dear Marissa,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I amwriting this letter after I have basically ruined our relationship together. Ilet my emotions and jealousy get in the way of what could have been a goodfriendship and I will regret that foreve..</description>
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			<title>Lost Winter</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;With winter&amp;rsquo;s burningwind lashing at my faceI slowly turn andwalk away from this place.The place that I hadonce called homeThe place that I hadonce called love.&amp;nbsp;To leave you behindwas the hardest thingI left with no loveand nothing to brin..</description>
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			<title>When You Left</title>
			<description>&amp;lrm;I am more lost thanyou know.&amp;nbsp;I cant even find the shore. Left to drift on thedeep blue sea. Dying from the thirstof love. &amp;nbsp;Looking to the sky for rain, surrounded bywater I can not drink.My reflection theonly eyes on me. Screaming but no oneto h..</description>
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			<title>Strings</title>
			<description>Love is the connectionof strings sparking electricity in the hearts.For how long can fatekeep them intertwined?Bound to unwind,fraying at the edges over time. &amp;nbsp;For so deep and darkis life&amp;rsquo;s messages, meanings, and morals, that at times we get lost. One&amp;rsquo;s ..</description>
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