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			<title>Friend</title>
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			<title> 1. A new start?</title>
			<description>1.A New Start?I moved when I was 14, I did not expect much from the new place. It had been happening for ages. We settled somewhere, i got comfortable and we moved, it's had been like that since I was kid. I had gotten use to it, that was what i thought. We moved into Silvergrove, a funny little tow..</description>
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			<title>:)</title>
			<description>A fate set in stone,but written in chalk</description>
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			<title>Distanced</title>
			<description>I'm here,but I wish you were near:distanced by pathways,distanced by times,Would things be different-If I pray to the divine?</description>
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			<description>I yearned for freedom,But I fell in love with my restraints.</description>
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			<title>Past </title>
			<description>It's been confusing these days,watching days pass by,&amp;nbsp;time flying from my grasp,as the memoirs of distant daysbecome blurry:I look back and wonder,If i could ever go back,back to the time of innocent smiles,carefree days, peaceful nights:But I know that,once the floor behind you breaks,a great ..</description>
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