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			<title>3/8/1982</title>
			<description>No longer did I wake up to a mess. No longer were there dirty socks littering my hallway. This evenings paper will never again touch the rough oak dining table gifted to me from my grandmother.  There will be tears, and trying to explain it to the kids. But your picture is still on my night stand. O..</description>
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			<title>Addict</title>
			<description>And that was the day that it endedThe moment I knew I had friended,A demon.A demon that made me float like an angelAnd scream like i was in hell,But I loved it.You turned me away from my familyBut you always did so much for me,Until you didn't. And now that Ive left youMy v..</description>
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			<title>Mindlike</title>
			<description>One day youre hereBut really youre notHow am i supposed to love youIf youre just a thought </description>
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