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			<title>Comfort Zone</title>
			<description>&quot;Come out of your comfort zone.&quot;They make it sound like an easy thing to do. Yet everytime I try to hold those words, As I forced myself to step out of my little box,It kills me slowly.Maybe it's too easy for them. But they don't have any idea how it feels like, To live with an anxiety..</description>
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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>I was shot by another arrow, but this time I don't feel anything.I wonder how's that even possible.So when I pull it out my chestand taste the blood dripping from its pointed head,it's bitter and cold.When I realized what's happening to me,I hear the thunder roarsand I start to laugh..</description>
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			<title>Stuck</title>
			<description>Do you ever feel stuck like me? </description>
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			<title>Somewhere I Belong</title>
			<description>I look to my left and my right, seeking for someone's presence.But I just realize and realize how really wide the world is.Closing my eyes as I fight back my tears from falling, I open a book.Once again, I can feel the familiar atmosphere that there's somewhere I really feel belong. </description>
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			<title>A Silent Voice</title>
			<description>A voice trapped inside, wanting to be heard. </description>
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			<title>Distant</title>
			<description>We may be different, but we're both human. We live and we die. We may be both human, but we're different. Our clock do not tick the same,You see light, I see dark.We may be living in the same planet, but our world are different. You can see what I can't, and I can feel what you can't.W..</description>
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