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			<title>Random</title>
			<description>I really couldn't give a title to this poem.</description>
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			<title>What's on my mind</title>
			<description>It's a debate&amp;nbsp;to waitor to killTo fulfillthe need itselfWould drive one crazyA blade on the neckDrive it throughor just hold backHesitate?Why wait?Will it hurt?Couldn't hurt more?But could it?All these &quot;Maybe&quot;sAre driving me crazy!Is it insanityto love someone so muchTo kill oneself to be once ..</description>
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			<title>Red Eyes</title>
			<description>I was walking back from Ben's place at around 10 pm in hopes to catch a rickshaw and go back home. Yet it didn't seem likely that I would get one as the whole street seemed deserted. Furthermore the electricity was out so it was extremely dark. Ben did offer to stay over for the night but I refused ..</description>
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