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			<title>Living to the Death</title>
			<description>This really isn't a poem, but more of a scribble of my thoughts. At the time, I was not myself. I still feel like this at time, more frequently at nights.</description>
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			<title>Young Love</title>
			<description>Personal. Yeah, just read it.</description>
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			<title>Thoughts</title>
			<description>Pissed off one day at people in general, that feeling gave birth to this little poem.</description>
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			<title>My Generation</title>
			<description>School can be a drag man.</description>
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			<title>Rain Drops</title>
			<description>Sitting outside in the rain can give you a feeling of bliss, like nature's tears are washing away all the dirt of everyday life.</description>
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