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			<title>Best of Friends</title>
			<description>I love and hate everything in this cold world.Especially friends, the very ones that escalate you into a high of enjoyment are the same ones that kick you into the gravel pit.And when you try to get up they stomp you back down and kick you while your there.So you pull out your knife and yo..</description>
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			<title>Mr. Mirror</title>
			<description>Mr. Mirror&amp;#2013266053;are you true?What is this you show me?Are you showing me a true depiction of who I am?OrAre you warping my image and distorting my character?Can you tell the truth?OrDo you labour all day long spinning lies?Why don&amp;#2013266066;t you just kill me Mr. Mirro..</description>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>I could have friends, if I wantedBut what if I wanted to slip past all thatAnd go to that locked doorAnd then slip even further sinking so deep into my conscious that I lose my selfInto that condition which puts people into locked rooms in long corridors.What if I wanted to become insane?..</description>
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			<title>Evil Conscience</title>
			<description>At a party he sitsPeople are placed all aroundLaughing, cheering, mucking aroundSuch a positive atmosphereBut at the table with mates a boy sitsPhysically he has hidden it wellBut as he and his mates play cardsThere is something evil playing upon himHe knows what his friend didAnd ..</description>
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