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			<title>STRANGER DANGER</title>
			<description>You type a word then it begins,You type two more,&amp;nbsp;You type three,You can't stop,You type four,Keep coming back,Then they reply,&amp;nbsp;Make you feel,Ask to chat,It makes you stop. Makes you think.'Me..? But.. I..''I shouldn't..&quot;But you did.You're dependent now,You can't see,The evil lurking behin..</description>
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			<description>just a silly christmas poem.</description>
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			<title>I leave.</title>
			<description>I walk, I walk,But my footsteps,They disappear,I cry, I cry,&amp;nbsp;But my teardrops,They aren't real.I laugh, I laugh,But the sound I make, it's hollow.I lie, I lie,Pretend like I am here.I disappear, I vanish,&amp;nbsp;I leave a world I never knew.</description>
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			<title>Meeting new people . Forgetting people of the past.</title>
			<description>Two characters meet. 
      Two begin to think about their past. </description>
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			<title>The First Step</title>
			<description>PAUL : NEW GIRLS. OLD GIRLS.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She came into the asylum today, andboy, was everyone shocked.Shocked, because she wasdifferent.She had red hair, bright red, thedyed kind.The kind that would suit her.The kind that doe..</description>
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			<title>Breatheless</title>
			<description>Life inside an asylum for three, strange teenagers.</description>
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			<title>The Whispers Of The Banned</title>
			<description>A Poem Based On &quot;Go Ask Alice Anonymous&quot;
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