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			<title>Scenes from Life</title>
			<description>	The old odd man sitting at the bank smiled.He has been sitting there for hours and barely moved a muscle.All he did was looking at the Picture between his fingers. I was doing laundry &amp;nbsp;downstairs when I first saw him through the basement window . I thought he was dead at the beginning. His fac..</description>
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			<title>&amp;quot;We Killed Armenians&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Armenian Genocide has been one of the most discussed topics recently. The Armenian Diaspora impeaches Turkey of killing 1.5 million Armenians in 1915. No one can deny the tragic deaths happened but what were the reasons of deaths? Were they killed? Both Turkish and internatio..</description>
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			<title>&amp;quot;I'm dead, dad!&amp;quot;</title>
			<description>I am killing myself dad,Everyday&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I am on a way full of troubles,Full of darkness&amp;hellip;The more I walk,The harder it gets&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;I am killing myself dad,Every morning&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;My heart got black,My lungs are stuck&amp;hellip;This is not about me,&amp;#304;..</description>
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			<title>Two Eyes</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Two eyes, Owned by a devil&amp;nbsp;Saw a placeFull of oilwhich meantjust money andpleasure...&amp;nbsp;Two eyes,Both&amp;nbsp;are red,Brought these people a pie,Covered with democracy,but full of lies,hidden inside...&amp;nbsp;Two eyes,Were&amp;nbsp; determined,And took what t..</description>
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