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			<title>Why Lie?</title>
			<description>What's the point in lying? </description>
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			<title>&quot;Who Are You?&quot;</title>
			<description>I'm reflecting on the current status of my life as a recent college grad.</description>
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			<title>I hurt for you</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem as a way to express my feelings because I couldn't formulate the words to say out loud. A couple very near and dear to my heart is ending their marriage of almost 30 years.</description>
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			<title>Just a thought...</title>
			<description>Something to think about, although I should learn to heed my own words.</description>
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			<title>Me, Myself, &amp; I</title>
			<description>Get to know me through my unspoken words...</description>
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			<title>Dreams</title>
			<description>Date written: August 16, 2011</description>
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			<title>The Bubble</title>
			<description>Moments in life are like bubbles, Beautiful yet fragile. Just like me.Enjoy them while they last because at any given second, they can Burst... into the endless abyss of nothing. That's how I fill my days. Floating.        Drifting.                  Waiting. Just like a bubble, the..</description>
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