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			<title>HELP ME WITH THE TITLE</title>
			<description>We become so good at building facades we slowly die behind fake smiles and polite lies. Wealth and happiness doesn't necessarily go together. </description>
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			<title>First Day of School</title>
			<description>This poem is (hopefully) an accurate description of a feeling we all had, and a situation we all had. I would absolutely love comments and corrections. </description>
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			<title>attention//addiction</title>
			<description>Well, I'm not very good at descriptions. </description>
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			<title>burry me</title>
			<description>feeling hopeless and little is normal</description>
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