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			<title>Fat Girls</title>
			<description>Fat girlswill let you give it to them in the assmaybe that's all you neededyou shallow souless son of a birthmay you rot in your inpleasantnessin the world only you create</description>
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			<title>W****s</title>
			<description>I hope she was worth itthat skanky nasty whoreworth all the love I gave youI hope she fucked you harderthan I ever did fucked you harder in the headmaybe thats all you needed.</description>
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			<title>kiss my a*s</title>
			<description>men are weak-emotionallythe greater you think you are, the more you are unsure of yourself.get over yourself and all the stupid w****s your weakness draws you too.Yes you are weakso kiss my a*s</description>
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			<title>maybe</title>
			<description>maybe..you can see me,through the fogged windowthrough a timeless kaleidescopemaybe..you can feel mecrawling through your headlaughing til I cryjust maybe..</description>
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			<title>fat cats</title>
			<description>At night they roam, scattering at the presence of light. Their spiny bones piercetheir layers of fatwith every strutdown dark alleysacross someones muddy wet lawnwith nowhere to go</description>
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			<title>perfect</title>
			<description>The memories fade in and out. Caught between moments lost and those that never were. Torn and crushed by my own being. You only existed as I created you. Now I sit here lost..lost between what's real and what I created. Alone I drift..</description>
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