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			<title>My own little world.</title>
			<description>Everyone has their hiding places. 
Here is a peek into mine.</description>
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			<title>The Butterfly</title>
			<description>It flies on it's path,A path of it's own,Nothing shown&amp;nbsp;flying so&amp;nbsp;delicately.Shot down by it's loss of pride.The victory of the enemy.It struggles to carry on,too&amp;nbsp;vulnerable&amp;nbsp;now to flyAid the wingsSee if you can break free&amp;nbsp;and get to where you want to beto just fly away.</description>
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			<title>I miss you</title>
			<description>What happened to my brother.....</description>
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			<title>Flame Fairy</title>
			<description>Flames are fairies dancing on a small string,As the flame fairy dances to soundless music ,I become hypnotized with such beauty.But when the candle grew small,and the wick started to wither,I then realize how much beauty one candle can hold</description>
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			<title>The Cube </title>
			<description>Life</description>
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			<title>Depression</title>
			<description>Depression is like a thick puddle of ink,It tastes like sour milk sitting in the hot summer sun,It sounds like a blazing fire rolling through the forest,Depression is like a mime trapping me in an&amp;nbsp;invisible&amp;nbsp;box.I can't get out or escape.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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