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			<title>To Him</title>
			<description>I debated writing this out or sending it to you for days, but there&amp;rsquo;s something in me that compels me to say everything I need to say to you because I know I probably won&amp;rsquo;t get the chance to again... writing has always been the best way I can express myself when I have so many emotions r..</description>
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			<title>It's Okay</title>
			<description>It's okay to cry to the stars. They'll be your guiding light.&amp;nbsp;They'll never judge you and you can cry as long as you'd like.&amp;nbsp;They're not friend or foe, just a burning ball of lightthat lets you know you'll never be more alive thanwhen you sit there,&amp;nbsp;crying your broken heart into the d..</description>
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			<title>Fighting </title>
			<description>When I was a little girl my whole world was irrevocably changed. I was 10 years old and all I had ever known was taking care of my siblings after school. They were my world and in one night, everything changed. I was only a little girl when the police came and raided our home in the middle of the ni..</description>
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			<title>Desperation</title>
			<description>As the sky darkens and the night begins,the wind picks up and settles down again.&amp;nbsp;I keep on marching, marching toward the path.The path that will eventually lead me to my foreboding death.Still I go, facing the wind, crying on my journey.My journey to the end.The path gets narrow, the stars don..</description>
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