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			<title>invisable</title>
			<description>I am invisible to those who can not seeBy the untrained eye see past me.No soul, no sound, a ghost; the unseen.Stay safe through the thickness of the dark,I stand alone.Away from the light I tend to stay,Until someone so pure can break this wall;Still waiting for that day.</description>
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			<title>so called friends....</title>
			<description>i'm always their for my friends when they need mebut where are they when i need them?it seems to me that they always are away or have to go when i need help&amp;nbsp;is anyone gonna be their for me?am i gonna suffer while they have a good lifealways asking myself these questionsbut i nev..</description>
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