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			<title>Breakup!</title>
			<description>Take a sit this won't take along&amp;nbsp;You and I can't be &amp;nbsp;I am sorryfor this has to be done&amp;nbsp;I want a family and a home&amp;nbsp;you want a beerand your w***e friends&amp;nbsp;You rather get drunkthen come see me&amp;nbsp;I am to old to play these gamesI am to young to sit and wait. &amp;nbsp;how can this ..</description>
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			<title>stand and fight</title>
			<description>I count to 6Get ready, get Set, Go&amp;nbsp;Better run&amp;nbsp;Better hide&amp;nbsp;fight for your lifeits the only way&amp;nbsp;Their is a storm inside. Pull all your strenght &amp;nbsp;Its the only way to survive He will come fast and quick &amp;nbsp;Like a evil snake he starts to strike &amp;nbsp;protected your facecover y..</description>
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			<title>Pain and lie's</title>
			<description>She hides behind a mask&amp;nbsp;The mask is to hide the pain &amp;nbsp;If you look deep in her eyes&amp;nbsp;You still can see what she can't hide&amp;nbsp;She was held on the lies. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Takes a breath to slow her nerves&amp;nbsp;heart wildly beats. &amp;nbsp;He takes my hand &amp;nbsp;we dance the tango&amp;nbsp;another n..</description>
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			<title>The cold dark knight. </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I used to dream of having the All American family, A husband, Two or Three kids, A boy and two girls. They would be running around, either playing or fighting about something. Laughters would bounds out of Their mouths when something funny happy, &quot;Mommy can you read us a bedtime story.&quot;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenwing1986/1012623/</link>
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			<title>Voice</title>
			<description>This is about the voice of reason, that is in your head all the time, if you hear it or not. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Brokenwing1986/1012562/</link>
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			<title>It just might be the end </title>
			<description>Here I am sitting in my chairAlone waiting here again&amp;nbsp;The disappointed writen I can't bare this any longer&amp;nbsp;Time has run shortit just might be the end&amp;nbsp;It hurts to know that i come lastand beer comes first &amp;nbsp;you don't even know what is comingbecause a phone you haven't found&amp;nbsp;My..</description>
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