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			<title>To You</title>
			<description>My face is wetMy body is numbBut don&amp;rsquo;t worry about me, I&amp;rsquo;ll be fineI&amp;rsquo;m down on my kneesBegging for the angels to hear meBut don&amp;rsquo;t worry about me, I&amp;rsquo;ll be fineMy cries are growing distantAnd everything becomes a blurBut don&amp;rsquo;t worry about me, I&amp;rsquo;ll be fineI d..</description>
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			<title>Torn</title>
			<description>My eyes are glued shutAnd the pillow muffles the noises,But I still know what&amp;rsquo;s going on,I know it only too well.I grab my knees and curl into A tight ball,Hoping that maybe I will disappear.Their words pierce my ears like knivesAs they echo from above. I should be used to it..</description>
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			<title>The Illusion</title>
			<description>Darkness is all that you can see,And broken promises are all that you can hear,Repeating themselves Over and overInside your head. You cannot move,For fear instils itself in your mind,And numbness grips your body,Refusing to let it go.But everything will be alright.All the selfis..</description>
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			<title>Numb</title>
			<description>Your harsh words no longer have any meaning.They bounce right off me Like light reflecting off a mirror.Your eyes no longer burrow holes into meLike they once used to.Instead, when I look into them I see What you really are,A weak coward.Your hands can no longer touch me,For you see I am far out of ..</description>
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