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			<title>How does forgetting feel like?</title>
			<description>When I thought I'd forgotten you, it was no one other than me that I'd lost. </description>
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			<title>A Garland Of Love</title>
			<description>When you think love is all about happiness, kisses and comfort...you haven't really experienced the true form of love.</description>
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			<title>I'll Be Back</title>
			<description>Some goodbyes are silent..you fail to see them in the light of ignorance and future's uncertainty...and when you realize, it is already very late. I miss you papa..</description>
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			<title>A Red Rose</title>
			<description>When you think you have finally found the one and...</description>
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			<title>Thirteenth October</title>
			<description>I guess it was the thirteenth of octoberI gave up to my whims, I remember I know you'll find it hard to remember And now its past decemberYou ask me if I'm okayCan't you see what's as clear as dayOh you can never because you're too oblivious Even when it was all so obviousI know you ..</description>
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			<title>Other Side of the Bars</title>
			<description>My insides withering like a flowerI'm a prisoner of life Forced to stay blooming Can't cross the bars in front of meAnd embrace the peace that awaits meOn the other side.In my head it's a graveyard Of thoughts that were never given Their deserved form into wordsThey died halfway be..</description>
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