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			<title>Dead ends</title>
			<description>A heartbeat, a pulseMonitor beepsA bud in springSign of a lifeA promise to thriveBut that was all,The heart stops, a flatlineBud, ripped off it's vineNever to blossom, to feel sunshineLife fades,Dead ends,My story, my love trends.</description>
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			<title>the mind </title>
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			<title>midnight </title>
			<description>A whisper in the darkA wheezing breath Everyone knows ,He's not coming back It's his deathbed There's a cough,then silence Bt wait, yes listen From a distance A cry of a new born There's gloom and cheer Mixed feelings with tearsWith the death upon oneA new life begins Full ..</description>
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			<title>broken </title>
			<description>I hate to remember Bt just can't hold it back Every detail.. yes I do With the words.. unspoken and spokenEvery move, every breath, every touch I have been broken.. No torn.. Yes ripped Can't even tell ,Am I dust, shreds or pieces The pain though, I can tell Emanates from deep..W..</description>
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			<title>the hurt </title>
			<description>I was alone scared, But with you came hope There was a lifeMy heart could beat again I could feel And could laugh,Not so much but a smile, A development in a long time I thought finally I had lovedWell that was short lived I was cut off Like a blossoming rose in the wake of spr..</description>
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