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			<title>The Anonymous Letter</title>
			<description>A letter of acceptance </description>
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			<title>Shattered Apart</title>
			<description>There must be a way I can make you seeYour stuck in my memory Your the flaw in my mind The spark in my eye The flame that can't get away from meWhen darkness surrounds me your all I  can seeWhen my breath stops and my heart skips a beat you'll know you walked by meThere must be a w..</description>
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			<title>A Waterfall of Thoughts </title>
			<description>Story in the form of poems</description>
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			<title>A glance into my world </title>
			<description>The non existent gap between my thighs parts its lips calling out my flaws. The ones like nails on a chalkboard. It mimics the voices of shadows who whisper incoherent things in hallways. Long paths leading to more lonely destinations the farther you walk. Each step becomes a burden and each breath ..</description>
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			<title>Death of a Soul</title>
			<description>His hair was messy but my fingers still easily slid through it as my hand raked over his head moving down his back until my arms wrapped around his waist. I leaned forward putting his forehead to mine letting my lips press against his. My hands roamed under his shirt and across his body while I ..</description>
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