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		<description>The original writings of author Kris</description>
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			<title>your complaints</title>
			<description>In my car we sit becuase we have no where else to go.&amp;nbsp;Silently I stare at the steering wheel, feeling like an ice sculpture. Unable to move, think, speak, feel, just listen. Listen to your endless stream of ridiculing commentary. The clever jabs and obvious swipes. You're oblivious to my lack o..</description>
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			<title>M</title>
			<description>New Years is suppose to be a time to celebrate. A time to start anew. To forget about last year and make this year even better.&amp;nbsp;I never had that chance. I never had a chance to start over. Every time the new year roles around, I kept replaying that year in my head.&amp;nbsp;The worst part about it ..</description>
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			<title>Gum</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Okay, bye.&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Was that him?&amp;rdquo;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t start Michael.&amp;rdquo;I popped the piece of gum into my mouth. I really like gum. Some of it you could chew for hours and it wouldn&amp;rsquo;t loose its flavor. Other times though, it could loose its flavor so qu..</description>
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			<title>Color me</title>
			<description>You color me incompetenti think you are a foolits is not my actions that have ruined usnot my words that have been our enddon't blame me for my opinonsfor my feelings, for my shame&amp;nbsp;You color me emotionlessi think you are tooyou have not lived a full lifeyou don't know pain..</description>
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			<title>Sister</title>
			<description>There are stars in your eyes,brightened by the innocent,you carry.There is a smile on your face,that could make anyone happy,and it's strengthed by the thought that,you know your special.When you cry,i will always hold your hand,becuase i know how it feels to be hurt.when you..</description>
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			<title>From the past of me To the presence of I</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I began with&amp;hellip;A little girl who dreamt up fa..</description>
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			<title>Your Wasteland</title>
			<description>Throw your mess inside meAll the waste you can&amp;rsquo;t deal withI am nothing more than a way to dispose Of you annoying guiltGive it all to me. I&amp;rsquo;ll eat it up&amp;nbsp;Clean me out, and then stuff me againWith your self-hating drugs and addicting liquorGive me all your secrets, bec..</description>
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			<title>Close to the Road</title>
			<description>The headlights of the passing cars, shifted over the small heap of a being in front of me. The thing couldn&amp;rsquo;t have been bigger than my two hands together, so small I was surprised that it even had any energy left in it to live. It&amp;rsquo;s long, jet black fur was matted with dirt and mud, coate..</description>
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			<title>Blue Lies</title>
			<description>Dark room, blue couch, one blanket, sitting side beside, staring at the blank white wall in front of us. We always sit here, we always stare, he always asks, I always lie. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Tell me a secret about yourself.&amp;rdquo; There is thi..</description>
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