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			<title>Mother, Please</title>
			<description>Bandages&amp;nbsp;And bubblegumLate night tearsAnd lullabiesWho am IIf not the childMy parents failed&amp;nbsp;To love?</description>
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			<title>To die is to abandon</title>
			<description>If you have letters to write,Phone calls to make,Goodbyes to voice,You have a reason to stayJust one more dayEveryday.</description>
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			<title>Until I forget you</title>
			<description>You will be invited to my wedding,A chair will be reserved for youIn th front row,Even though I knowYou won't make itIn time for the vows.You moved out,Without packing your bags.Took the train,Terminus to the Above.Left quietly,Without a goodbye.Your soulWanders the garden,Under the moonlight,When t..</description>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Too many timesI was silenced.Too many timesThe words I wanted to speakTumbled over each other,Victimless gladiators,Begging and scraping their kneesTo be heard,As I close my eyes,Dwell into my own absence,And push them back down.Breathe in;Hold;Breathe out,And the words..</description>
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			<title>Paintings have feelings</title>
			<description>Oh,To be the artInstead of the canvas.</description>
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			<title>Hot &amp; Cold</title>
			<description>TW : Self-harm</description>
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			<title>Have You Seen My Home?</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m searching for my home.Barefoot, I walk amongst the path ofstones,The one, as a child, I had made with myheart still in the making,Muscles strained; feet sore; &amp;nbsp;I don&amp;rsquo;t know which way I&amp;rsquo;m going.Enveloped in the arms of the romantic wind,Leaving kiss-..</description>
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