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			<title>A World So arbitrary  </title>
			<description>There,s no goal,&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;progression,&amp;nbsp;no point.It's all so meaningless, so boring.Why are we here when we do nothing?We start at school, so we can get a job.Then we get our job, so we can pay for more school.Then we buy a home so we can live better.We still have a job, so that we can live...</description>
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			<title>A Path to Choose</title>
			<description>	For so long I have always followed everyone else, done everything they did and never let them leave my sight. I never saw all the open space I could use for my own path. All I could see was that one easy, straight, overused path. Then one day something opened my eyes, all of the sudden I could see ..</description>
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			<title>Melting Away</title>
			<description>They don't see me melting away,Slowly fading.Never seen or heard,Because I go so slowly,Seeping through the cracks,The ones they always overlook.Never noticing, until it's too late.They call me their friends,Say they are there for me,Say they wont let me go,And yet here I am,Melting, Melting away.Bu..</description>
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