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			<title>Game Over!</title>
			<description>It seems that every nightI lie in bed awake;haunted by&amp;nbsp;My past mistakesKnowing that sleep will set it right -&amp;nbsp;If only I weren't to wake.&amp;nbsp;But sleep not and see not I; tears fallAs I slowly wither -&amp;nbsp;A flower deprived of sunBeaten down by the continuation of small tragediesAnd the d..</description>
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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>I've been fallingHopingWaitingFor someone to catch meSomeone to love meBut no one doesNot todayBut I've been hopingWishingThinkingThat in the endIt'll all be okayBut that's whereI'm wrongI just don't belongIn a worldA world like this.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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			<title>Alone Again</title>
			<description>Here I amAlone againHands perpetually coldThoughts full of wishes and dreamsThe future will never behold.</description>
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			<title>Absurdity</title>
			<description>IDEK man</description>
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			<title>Home</title>
			<description>He sat down. Said nothing.It was apparent, though, that something'd&amp;nbsp;gone terribly wrong.&amp;nbsp;He sank deep into the magnanimous&amp;nbsp;cushionsAbsorbing his suffering.A casual rendezvous.He's hardly thirty, but not presently.He exists in the realm before life;The land after death.Surrounded by th..</description>
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			<title>Reincarnation</title>
			<description>Short poem</description>
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