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			<title>the darkness</title>
			<description>The darknessI walked by a willow todayand asked it to show its light it told memy light shines no longermy beauty seems beautiful to no oneI am now in the darkness and dead to life.</description>
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			<title>men of no princiapal</title>
			<description>Men of no principal some men of the wretched world have no feelingsThey are thieves of people's sanity and con artist.And no matter how hard they try they have no good principalAnd no good causelife is not a gift to them.And they may seem sweet,kind,caring,and responsibleAnd blind us from to the way..</description>
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			<title>life as we grow up</title>
			<description>life as we grow upwhen we are born we learn to crawl and then&amp;nbsp;we turn to a more strong agebut by the time we are in the teen years .we look through the shadow and the face of growing upface it we are a teenager life is hell.and it rely dose not get better through high school we start to say s**..</description>
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			<title>My letter to you</title>
			<description>I stared to realize why he left me in the dark alonetired and lonely trying to find a answer to saybut of course love can't always stayTrying to find the next step on the path of lifeI don't know where to goBut my letter to isyou deserve better than meBut no women could giveyou what I canLove is a k..</description>
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