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			<title>My Crying Plea</title>
			<description>Here I am again A lone child crying out loudly Wishing to be held in strong arms Wishing to be saved from all this pain Some compare me to a lion Fiercely built Scare fully made Some know my struggle But very many don't Some know my heart And some unknowingly tear it apart This world is cruel Where ..</description>
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			<title>For My Brothers #2</title>
			<description>Laying in bed I think about you I think about all you've ever said I wonder if its true As a little girl I looked up to you I wonder... Do you know that I still do? Sometimes I wonder if when I think of you Do you ever think of me too? Do you remember what I used to call you? Bubba one Bubba two? Do..</description>
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			<title>Mama</title>
			<description>Dear Mama,Do you remember me the way I remember you? Do you remember how I laughed? Do you remember all the good times we had? Do you remember those cold and long stormy nights? Do you remember the way I cried at night? Do you remember the way we talked? Or maybe the way I walked? Mama, Do you know ..</description>
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			<title>For My Brothers</title>
			<description>I don't want two strong arms around me I want fourOnly to hold me tightAnd tell me to cry no more. I don't want to hear one voiceBut twoTo let me knowThat I'll make it through. I don't want to join the wrestling team at schoolI want to wrestle at home with youI want to pin you to the groundAnd hear ..</description>
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			<title>Not So Naive</title>
			<description>Once upon a timeI used to seeA pair of naive eyesAll around me.  Then I clicked this appIts name was FacebookAnd when I clicked itI got a really good look. The world I once knewHad gone, and vanishedKnowledge was thereIt was no longer banished. Scrolling downYou could seeEverybody on your friends li..</description>
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			<title>Tic Tok</title>
			<description>Tik TokTik TokCan you hear the clock?Can you it chime?Can you hear yourself losing precious time?Tik TokTik TokCan you see the hours?Can you see them fly?Can you see the hours passing you by?Tik TokTik TokEveryday fliesEveryday glidesEveryday we lose some youthCan you touch that eternal hoop?Tik Tok..</description>
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