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			<title>Poet.</title>
			<description>ThoughtsThoughts cascadingNever-ending cycleI get this weird, evangelical zealEvery time I try to revealExactly what it is I feelMy head is an animalAlways fighting to break freeBut every time I tryMy brain is absenteeThoughtsThoughts confinedEndlessly locked awayDo I dare reveal the truth of my rea..</description>
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			<title>Playing the victim</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; For as long as I can remember, superheroes have been an influential part of my life. I grew up, not watchingPowder Puff Girls&amp;nbsp;like any other normal six year-old, but watching&amp;nbsp;Justice League&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;X-Men: Evolution&amp;nbsp;instead. Not only was I watching superheroes on TV relent..</description>
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			<title>Why the world needs Superman.</title>
			<description>Let&amp;rsquo;s face it, Superman is a common term. We throw it around at any minimalistic heroic thing. We&amp;rsquo;re always under-appreciating the magnitude of what the term actually means. The term, or more accurately,&amp;nbsp;he&amp;nbsp;symbolizes truth, honor, power, justice and love. He is the embodiment ..</description>
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			<title>Says the Cynic.</title>
			<description>Fa&amp;ccedil;ade drawn on my window pane,Lurking quietly,Just like my melancholic brain.Utter anymore?No, I shall lock away my pain.Nothing more,There is nothing more to gain.My knowledge,Has only driven me insane.Grow weary?No, any weakness is given in vain.Vulnerability gone,Just like my vengeful bla..</description>
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			<title>Melancholy</title>
			<description>The days, like pages turned endlesslyShe was a mess of gorgeous chaos.Her eyes, like mine, grew sorrowfulI was riddled with disarray.Months paved, solidifying my heartShe grew into the stone, hardened.Her tears, like mine, froze like chandeliersI was pierced with dismay.Years dawned, rising merciles..</description>
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