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			<title>EYES OPEN</title>
			<description>The first time it happened He was ten. He was too young to know back then. In his early teens, it struck again, He promised it would be the end. It wasn&amp;rsquo;t. he locked him down in the depths of the sea, behind walls and with no key. he left him down 9 circles deep and walked the path of misery. ..</description>
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			<title>I only miss you when I am horny</title>
			<description>I only miss you when I am horny,baby no, I don't love you anymore.Go ahead and tell my daddy I am throughbut lovely remember it's not with you.How can someone be as ignorant as me?borderline sad, loveless on the bed;Can't turn my back but I ain't got no luck;Words ain't enough, times have turned so ..</description>
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			<title>The Sylvia Plath Sydrome</title>
			<description>Why am I starving myself?Why do I shave my hair?When a lover isn't there.Stop asking me how I amI am doing okay, without fun.Dead looking eyes,&amp;nbsp;a graveyard of butterflies. Can yousee the ghost that used to liveinside my bones?Scratches of my past burning my chest.Truly loveless, less enough. Ca..</description>
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			<title>Unfortunately You</title>
			<description>Dearest Lover, I am sorry I didn't leave earlier.I didn't know how easy it was to detach my feelings. Mostly self observed I wanted the full version of your touch. Am I too much or just not enough for your lust.  Dearest Lover, You said we can't love everyone who loves us but how can I..</description>
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