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			<title>Questions</title>
			<description>When did love turn to hateWhen did passion turn to violenceWhere did it all go wrongWhy&amp;rsquo;d he hit her todayWhere does his hand sting upon her skinWhat kind of monsterwould bring those tears to her eyesWill she laugh off the encounteras she&amp;rsquo;s done with all the othersWhich excusewill defend..</description>
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			<description>	It was the day she finally decided not to get out of bed. It was the day she stopped caring about hurting herself for the benefit of others. It was the day I realized I needed to stop being selfish. That day I took her to the vet to be put down. And that day was also her birthday.	I had been Coqui&amp;..</description>
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			<title>And all i could do was stand there.</title>
			<description>His goodbye beganwith a kiss on the lips,something i had never beforehad the honor of enjoying.But he turned back to meafter thatPulled down my right sleeveThen my leftAll so nonchalantlyAnd all i could do was stand there.He used just one fingerto pull down my shirttracing a naildown my chestAnd the..</description>
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			<title>Achieving Perfection</title>
			<description>The first day of school I skipped in wearing shiny brand new shoes, a simple pony tail, and an eager grin. Learning was a drug and I was a junkie being shoved into a world of opportunity. There were books on every wall and the alphabet was plastered above my head. Every surface was bright and colorf..</description>
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