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			<title>Suicide </title>
			<description>It calls me close, it calls me near. That steely blade I want to feel, I want to press it in so deep that only blackness I shall see, The crimson blood shall flow and flow and I will be no longer more </description>
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			<title>Bulling victim </title>
			<description>This is a quick poem I wrote this morning, about bullying</description>
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			<title>&quot;I'm fine&quot; </title>
			<description>&quot;I'm fine&quot; is the biggest lie, you tell it to hide what's truly inside, the pain and sorrow and the wanting to die, it's all covered by the one little line, you convinced others and sometimes yourself that's there's nothing wrong, but you just want to yell, you want someone to notice that &quot;I'm fine&quot;..</description>
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