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			<title>something else</title>
			<description>dying is what life isone day at a timeno more contemplating.........so what you will come up with&amp;nbsp;in regards to reasons in which to liveis pointless because there is nonedeath is only what life will givethat though is something peacefulno such thing as life again nevereverything's sense-ful but..</description>
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			<title>Generacy </title>
			<description>Love triangleAm I ableTo find a cornerthat will make me stableIs it worth it?Thoughts to surfaceThose of whichDo make me nervousHow young can I beHow old will I getAnd how much time will I spendWith potential regret</description>
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			<title>Chimneys don't get cancer</title>
			<description>written on the night that my content was snaked for good</description>
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			<title>modern communication</title>
			<description>grabblings without:I sit in the same subway with at least 20 other beings, but&amp;nbsp; no one.A bus full of humans that don't acknowledge eachothers existence.The strongest walls&amp;nbsp;And that there walking on the sidewalk past you is a mere piece of scenery in the park.You wouldn't talk to a tree so ..</description>
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			<title>18th</title>
			<description>It was my own hatred that had magically turned into a song, punching its irascible rhythm from my heart into your bedroom and attempting to rape your dreams.&amp;nbsp;Currently, reality is a torture chamber for my thoughts. When my thoughts come to think of it.it is the absence of bliss due to the ignor..</description>
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			<title>Poem for the Poet</title>
			<description>you didn't need mejust inspiration and now it's goneso get together all your missing hurtand put it in a songthat's just what you neededso sing it very louddown to the core i hate you, still,you know i will be proud</description>
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			<title>fault</title>
			<description>oh damn the beautiful ladiesdamn them to hellbecause we're all so uglyand they're all so swellyes f**k lips redhard as blue eyefuck the connectionthat was a liefuck the innocencewithin a black abyssit should never existbut you let it existfuck the eternityof harm you have donefuck these legsthat can..</description>
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