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			<title>Let it out</title>
			<description>I need this off my chest, before I go insane. </description>
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			<title>The first crack.</title>
			<description>This is a sort of autobiographical writing, something to help get it off my chest. </description>
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			<title>Flowers</title>
			<description>Putting my black rose on the graveThe final resting place of the Memories we madeOnce vibrant redThe passion burned brightBut passion turned lustIt wasn't loveam I right?I accept the white tulipThe one you left at my doorBut forgiveness isn't something You need to search fo..</description>
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			<description>Innocence is something we all try to hold on to, like a child clings to their teddy bear...but sometimes our innocence...our heart... Our everything... is taken away without any consideration. The smile is fake enough that you can feel it crack like broken pieces of glass, but it hides the tears. No..</description>
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