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			<title>Your Stories</title>
			<description>Mah Poemm :)</description>
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			<title>Like Mother Like Daughter</title>
			<description>F*****g up all over again It just never ends.I'm sorry.These little white lies, That i try to keep it inside Burn the whites Of my paranoid eyes-or are they red-The lies ooze out my pores. Leave mental sores.But the truth hurts even more. So am i forgiven?You think i do..</description>
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			<title>Dear Dad</title>
			<description>Dear Dad, Im writing to you from the hospital where shes:passed out cant open her mouth without straining.tears raining down her cheeks,shes been off and on like this for weeks her hair-falling out of her head.but i guess she could be dead and you still wouldnt give a damn would you?they..</description>
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			<title>Dear Mum </title>
			<description>lost.in your dramscant think-cant speak-without echoes of your beliefsringing inside of me.your hopes-tied onto thin ropes,choking the almost-freedomout of your barely-breathingmind,living on your time,living ofor your non-crimeperfectexistance.bet you'd go ballistic..</description>
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			<title>Flying</title>
			<description>flying a single sheet of paperthe wind carrying me to the skies- the ultimate of highs. company's caught me by surprise. i stare into those:mezmorizing, drowning, browning eyes. drawing me deep, airless. i release myself. company's watching me with the same intense gaze; ..</description>
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