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			<title>Double faces</title>
			<description>With every passing day,you boastfully tell yourselfI got him beat.Well keep telling your two faces that,because someone has to believe you.Then you keep asking yourselfwhy I won't talk or look at your faces,well it's because all your faces always have that same sneaky motive...</description>
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			<title>Painful reminder</title>
			<description>Having a bully,is like having painful thorns in my sides.And with every hate filled wordspoken into my face,feels like needles to the eyes.But don't mistaken my silence for weakness,because in the end,I'm the one with more strength to fight and never forget,I will always ha..</description>
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			<title>Living life through wrinkled pictures</title>
			<description>The moment your reality becomes imaginary,the painted pictures you have in your mind,turns to wrinkled pictures that are now staring back at you.And daily,your constantly screaming to yourselfand fighting with the man in the mirror,wondering what went wrong.Well, I actually fin..</description>
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			<title>Right place wrong time</title>
			<description>On this particular nightit was very hot,darknot even the moon or starswere available to provide light.There was absolutely no trace of a breeze to brush against the trees.This made the air very thin,and very tuff to breathe.So then only sounds you would hear,were your thoughts ..</description>
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			<title>Just words</title>
			<description>In the very beginning theses words sound so sweet and innocent,like a dove that was sent from up above. You so desperately try to over prove yourself by acting all tuff,by showing off your muscles and broadcasting that your all buff. But then you get so annoyedwhen someone pops you..</description>
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			<title>The room without sound</title>
			<description>When you walk into this roompeople are clapping without making a sound and their heads facing the ground .The peoples words our loud and without sound. It's as if hate has their mouths bound. Even though their looking at you,they're doing thiswithout facing you.This is absolutely..</description>
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			<title>I'm done</title>
			<description>Your words and attitude,are what caused me to throw up yesterday's food and makes me wanna throw up the food I'm about to eat,even before I cook it. It also makes me feel like I'm drinking vinegar through my nose.And having to listen to all your lies,is like having bleach por..</description>
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			<title>Winters Day</title>
			<description>On this very cold,miserable, and blustery day, you're awakened out of a dead sleep,by the sounds of the violent rain pounding against the trees,making them shake and bend to the point of breaking without even breaking.And, at the same time,rain is painting your windows with a messages of fury. But h..</description>
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			<title>Living among walking statues</title>
			<description>There are certain people who appear to be normal on the outside like the have it all together.To me, these people remind me of walking statues,that walk around wearing these big genuine ridiculous phony smiles. Once you go beneath the surface, its a whole different world,where sile..</description>
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