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			<title>Facade</title>
			<description>There was a boy who couldn't cryWhen asked if ok, he would lieWhen help he soughtThere was none he gotBecause he didn&amp;rsquo;t rhyme</description>
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			<title>Systematic Symptoms</title>
			<description>I was motivated to write this after hearing about several stories about teen suicide. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Things get better, Reach out.</description>
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			<title>Seclusion</title>
			<description>Bright LightsAnd Rooms of whiteWalls of foam surround meTrapped by a grim darkness withinAlone</description>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights</title>
			<description>As I put my head down to sleep&amp;nbsp;I find myself thinking not of sheep&amp;nbsp;But rather of those who have shed many tears&amp;nbsp;And many that hope their end is near&amp;nbsp;For this world is full of hate&amp;nbsp;If only we could clear the slate&amp;nbsp;For peace on earth cannot be won&amp;nbsp;By those who live b..</description>
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			<title>Self Destruction</title>
			<description>Running from the darkness&amp;nbsp;As fast as my feet can carry&amp;nbsp;Tripping over sticks and stones&amp;nbsp;Abrasions upon my skin so fresh&amp;nbsp;My canvas does it paint blood red&amp;nbsp;To carry on, self destructive to the end</description>
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			<title>Burning Memories</title>
			<description>I sit there staring at the flame&amp;nbsp;Mesmerized by the pain&amp;nbsp;Of things that were all I knew&amp;nbsp;Happy moments there were few&amp;nbsp;To advance lest I forget&amp;nbsp;All the things I could regret&amp;nbsp;Should freedom be what I may find&amp;nbsp;To learn to leave no child behind&amp;nbsp;I sit there staring a..</description>
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			<title>Endless</title>
			<description>Yesterday's shadow follows me&amp;nbsp;Happiness has yet to be&amp;nbsp;For my life I do fight&amp;nbsp;My shadow blacks out the light&amp;nbsp;Presents fatigue is killing me&amp;nbsp;Letting go is the key&amp;nbsp;For my life I do fight&amp;nbsp;My wrongs I do right&amp;nbsp;Tomorrow's ghost haunts me&amp;nbsp;Hope has yet to set me ..</description>
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