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			<title>In the midst of it all.</title>
			<description>In the midst of it all, is when I completely lost myself to the chaos. I had no idea how to save myself from the endless nights of terror, the screaming, the tears, the death wishes and the divorce papers. In the midst of it all, I was completely on my own so I chose the void. I closed the door to m..</description>
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			<title>she, her, the way she is</title>
			<description>She has convinced me that she was my solitude. That I needed nobody when she was around. She's absent all day, but comes to me back at night and makes me tear at the walls in the corners of my mind, and she hurts me, because I have scars in places only she can see. She tells me she hates the rain be..</description>
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			<title>About her</title>
			<description>I only look at her once &amp; my heartbeat quickens, she always has someone else in mind &amp; never notices how I stare at her in awe from time to time. the love in my heart is no longer strong &amp; so are my words. Flowers dont fascinate me anymore. I dont look for the moon while Im smoking my cigarette. But..</description>
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			<title>incomplete painting</title>
			<description>Everyone believes that they are supposed to understand every part of their favourite painting, but the thing about paintings is that, they're not made to be fully understood, something about the mysterious swirls &amp; combination of colours, that one can not just wrap their head around, makes you want ..</description>
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			<title>I think I've forgotten how it feels like to feel</title>
			<description>There are so many things I've grown unable to explain, so many feelings I've buried deep inside for so long, almost forgotten. I used to dream when I'm wide awake, I used to have things to look forward to, I'm even making the same mistakes, just to feel something again. Most nights when I was unable..</description>
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			<title>a love letter to myself</title>
			<description>to the person that you are today, to the person that sighs every morning when the alarm goes off, to the person that groans in annoyance when their big, curly hair gets stuck to everything, to the person that has been constantly hurt and left. has anyone ever told you that your soft voice could calm..</description>
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