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			<title>Losses</title>
			<description>I weep for my losses, equal to gains,A dance of give and take remains.I ask myself, at what cruel cost,Is every victory bound to what's lost?I bargain with demons, a fragile plea,To grant me a sliver of joy to see.But shadows linger, they won't release,Happiness comes, but never in peace.</description>
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			<title>Emptiness</title>
			<description>Emptiness lingers, quietness grows,No warmth, no place my spirit knows.I wait for a knock at my heart's closed door,But silence echoes forevermore.Each day I stand by the endless shore,Hoping for someone to seek me, restore.The waves return, yet no one comes,And I&amp;rsquo;m left with the sound of the ..</description>
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			<title>To Whom do I Apologize</title>
			<description>To whom shall I apologize?None were crueler than my own eyes.Who shall grant forgiveness true,When I can't forgive the things I do?What doors remain for me to plead,When all are locked by time's cold creed?For centuries they've shut me out,A wanderer filled with endless doubt.</description>
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			<title>Flowers Are Ugly </title>
			<description>You welcomed me to your flower-clad home,But offered no chair, no space of my own.Left to linger beneath the rain&amp;rsquo;s cold touch,A guest unclaimed, desiring too much.I marveled at the walls you raised,A fortress built to be endlessly praised.Thick as stone, and ceilings high,Yet hollow within a ..</description>
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