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			<title>Mess</title>
			<description>I am a mess,Still not cleaned up,I am a scattered puzzle,Missing some pieces,&amp;nbsp;I am a book,Who is still not opened,I am a notebook,Missing some pages,&amp;nbsp;I am a painting,Hanging alone in a basement,I am a sketch,Of something unknown,&amp;nbsp;I am a mess,Still not cleaned up,I am a mysterious book..</description>
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			<title>Dream</title>
			<description>I am your dream,Floating in your imagination,I run through your mind,Over and over again,&amp;nbsp;I am in your thoughts,Through out the day,I am your midnight movie,The show ends in the morning,&amp;nbsp;I wake you up,With a surprising memory,You just sit there,Thinking about the dream,&amp;nbsp;Sorry, but I'm..</description>
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			<title>Shattered</title>
			<description>Anything can shatter me,Into the tiniest pieces,Like a vase,That shattered during my heartbreak. I'm a sensitive girl,Who is shattered in a million ways,These scars are deep,Deeper than the pool of tears I cry,</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Natashak/559704/</link>
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			<title>Anorexia</title>
			<description>The world is messed up. People think of the world as a wonderful place&amp;hellip; Me, on the other hand, don&amp;rsquo;t think it&amp;rsquo;s a wonderful place.Parents get divorced, boyfriends/girlfriends break up, some people are depressed and gloomy, some people are happy and jubilant, some people starve the..</description>
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