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			<title>She Who Led the Dead</title>
			<description>Proluge</description>
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			<title>Fearless</title>
			<description>Gangs, Leadership, Drugs, Death, Murder, Sadness, and Pain. The will to fight, and the strength to survive runs through Razial D'Angelo's blood. But will everything she's ever known, finally cave? </description>
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			<title>Do you know?</title>
			<description>The click of her heelsThe flip of her hair,They don't even dare,to question her flare,She walks around,with a practiced grace,hiding the pain,with a smiling face,No one knows&amp;nbsp;She&amp;nbsp;cries at night,or has a terrible frightwhen her parents fight.No one knows Shehas scars on her wristTiny little..</description>
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			<title>On this cold winter night</title>
			<description>Her footsteps are quick,Her breathing is lightRunning awayInto the cold heartless nightA hunstman follows&amp;nbsp;With a lean mean bladeCarrying out the deed of&amp;nbsp;her step mothers hateShe was once loved,Held dearly in warm arms'In her fathers protectionAnd healing warm smilesDead he is now, with her..</description>
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