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			<title>Meeting Death</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Being alone the rest of her life is what she fearsrubbing her eyes, makeup smeared by tearsHow can she go on when no one wants her here?Someone who's worthless is reflected in the mirrorShe feels like there's nothing to live for and no one cares anymorethey all say heartless things..</description>
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			<title>Meant to be</title>
			<description>Trying to escape from it all, how far does this broken angel have to fall?Before someone realizes how much she's worth and that she does have a purpose on this earth?How many tears does she have to cry, before someond tries to discover the reason why?How many times will her heart be torn in tw..</description>
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			<title>Sorrowful Screams</title>
			<description>Smiling through tearsall the s**t she's delt with throughout the years&amp;quot;could have been this, should have done that&amp;quot;&amp;quot;does that girl realize she's that fat?&amp;quot;&amp;quot;what's wrong with you?&amp;quot;being spit on like an animal in a zoothe haunting laughter of the stuck up b***..</description>
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			<title>Soul Steeler</title>
			<description>Rain pours as thunder rolls and death has come to claim another soulParalyzed in fear as the shadow nears you lay silently trembling in your bed, the covers now pulled over your headSo many thoughts go through your mind, should I run or&amp;nbsp;stay and hide?Your life flashes before your eyes as ..</description>
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