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			<title>Life.</title>
			<description>More of a qoute or question I was thinking.</description>
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			<title>Lake.</title>
			<description>I saw apicture of two gohst holding eachother over a lake surounded by trees. This poem came out of that.(:</description>
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			<title>Used to be..</title>
			<description>Ahh, its a song i wrote about this guy..</description>
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			<title>My saddest moment</title>
			<description>True event.
My thoughs, and how I felt.</description>
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			<title>My most terrifying moment</title>
			<description>True event.</description>
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