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			<title>I am still okay</title>
			<description>There are still nights when I want to unzip my skinAnd sometimes reading words that relateIs not the same as writing down the thoughts that have engulfed my soulAnd sometimes I forget if I&amp;rsquo;m staying up late because my mind won&amp;rsquo;t shut downOr because I know it will hurt in the morningSomet..</description>
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			<title>I missed you</title>
			<description>The thunder outside my windowResembles one of your meltdowns The sand falling through my fingersFeels like your lovely broken skinI covered my arms in red artJust so I could remember youBut in the process of my mourn I transformed into who you wereYou showed me your dark dusty soulAnd then you left ..</description>
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			<title>I hate what he stole</title>
			<description>I hate that my first kiss wasn&amp;rsquo;t with youI hate that my first kiss was drunken and sloppyI hate that it felt like nothing And tasted like vodkaI hate that I felt butterfliesWhen he looked at meBut felt nauseousWhen he touched meI hate that I kept saying noBut couldn&amp;rsquo;t tell if the screamW..</description>
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