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			<title>Wishy Washy</title>
			<description>There are so many things that inspire me.There are so many people I wish I could meet,and I&amp;rsquo;ll still feel this wayas I lie on my deathbedlooking back on my life and having my last thought bethat there were so many things I never knew,that there were so many things I wanted to do.True inspirati..</description>
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			<title>Staggering Monologue</title>
			<description>this paper is my mouthI still won&amp;rsquo;t listensaying what I can&amp;rsquo;t put into soundI don&amp;rsquo;t want to hear all your excusesI know you see only bad in meyou are your father&amp;rsquo;s daughterI always hated your fatherI don&amp;rsquo;t think I&amp;rsquo;m as malignantas you say I amof course you wouldn&amp;..</description>
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			<title>When I Came Home That Day</title>
			<description>It had been just another day.Another essay assigned,another thirty minute lunch,another walk homealone.I looked forward to the time at homewhen I would be alonewithout my brotherwithout my sisterwithout &amp;nbsp;a worry.I unlocked the door and took my headphones outand the first thing I hearis the brea..</description>
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