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			<title>Chasing the streets</title>
			<description>Chaotic and blurry,The days run into weeks in a blink Everything further from reachChasing smoke up on the streets.The power and money now resembling diseaseYou don't choose to see that truthMethamphetamine has drawn its nooseNow your staring at the reaper and your thinking he's a keeperIts fine, hi..</description>
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			<title>Frail mentality</title>
			<description>Your words aimed to hit vein.Selfish tendencies and hurtful games.A child left in the care of vicious handsA father by paper but surely no man.Your words colored a developing mind,You had no care for the damage left behind.No thought to the child receiving the blows,or the effects it would give to t..</description>
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