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			<title>Mother</title>
			<description>A new mother reflecting on her own mother </description>
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			<title>Anxiety</title>
			<description>Many days I wake with this longing acheTo feel normal, even humanAlways trying to keep that feeling from loomingSome days are okay, others just keep me at bayConstantly searching for &quot;happy&quot;While everyone thinks I'm just being sappyLook into my eyes, can't you see?I desperately wish this wasn't meI ..</description>
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			<title>8 Years</title>
			<description>The hardest part of my life put into words that only I can understand.</description>
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			<title>Unrequited Love</title>
			<description>Consumed and tortured by my own thoughtsDo I look okay?Will I say the right thing?For so long, I&amp;rsquo;ve kept these feelings to myselfHoping, waiting for you to make the first moveBut the not knowing the truth eats me alive and I cannot waitI see you standing there, amongst the crowd, perfect as ev..</description>
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			<title>Outside the Window</title>
			<description>Outside the window lies a world full of pain, hope, love, and joyEmotions that we, as humans, feel universally Regardless of race, gender, or sexualityOutside the window lies PAINPain from the tragedies happening across the globePain from the unrequited love you so longed forPain felt for a stranger..</description>
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