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			<title>The Master's Circle</title>
			<description>It is said we can't choose who crosses our pathWho singles us out to suffer their wrathAs I study the wreckage of your aftermathIt becomes clear I'd met with a sociopathI didn't select you, I was given no choiceThrown into your cage, by a manager's voiceI offered my trust, my motives were trueReward..</description>
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			<title>Past Promises Made To Myself</title>
			<description>A phone rings, reality would like a wordNews that was cruel, obscene and absurdRegret was a wave that blocked out all elseAs I thought of past promises made to myselfPromises of family, of friends, and healthThings more important than the chasing of wealthI would change things then, no matter the co..</description>
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			<title>Confessions Of A Breakfast Cereal Atheist</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Many years ago, there came a time when Idecided to ask the most wonderful girl I had ever met if she would marry me. Wehad been &amp;ldquo;living in sin&amp;rdquo; together for quite some time, so she knew what she wasgetting into when she said yes. This is the story of a &amp;ldquo;transforma..</description>
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			<title>Broken Trust</title>
			<description>The reflection has changed but I still see myselfThe weathering of life evidentA shell bearing witness against my willSlowly the betrayal begins</description>
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