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			<title>My &quot;Him&quot; Dream</title>
			<description>He sees me.Looking past my imperfections,he understands that it takes dirt to grow something beautiful.He connects with the woman I will be,but never disrespects the journey it took.He possesses the eyes of a man who believes the outer shell is merely temporaryand that what is inside and unseen make..</description>
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			<title>Leech</title>
			<description>Sucking the life out of a memoryShe has become comfortable there.Like a crutchShe leans on its every punctuationPressing down and holding, hoping she can surpass the end of the line.Reminiscing is her epithetIt will be the death of her--of other thoughtsThere's no room for alternate opportunities.Sh..</description>
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			<title>Who I am Not</title>
			<description>I am not what others want me to be.I am not the carefully formulated manipulation of others.My life line is not based on the judgmental nature of others.I shall not faint.I shall not die.I am not what others want me to be.My life refutes against others'.My heart beats not on the account of whether a..</description>
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			<title>The Girl on the Outskirts</title>
			<description>She stares at meWondering why I don't resemble who I was back then.She contemplates over what happenedand how I strayed.She is on the outside looking inand I have failed to let her in again.The girl a few years ago could make friends with anyone,talk to anyone, laugh at anything.She contemplates.She..</description>
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			<title>Maze</title>
			<description>We all go through phasesWe all travel through mazesLooking for an end to justify the meansNot as easy as it seemsThe journey offers delayWe seek to find a way inWe seek to find a way outThe route not less travelled by,'Til one day we come to our sensesWe dream of recompensesAnd never set foot again...</description>
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