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			<title>Fire on the rise</title>
			<description>the thoughts of a war veteran.</description>
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			<title>Get out</title>
			<description>Took a long hot shower, get this disease off of meSoaked in the sun for hours, get this darkness away from meWrote in my diary, get these nasty thoughts out of meWrote to God an apology, I'm sorry what I have done to me</description>
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			<title>Forbidden Name</title>
			<description>People say his name, timidly as if he was Bloody MarySome people think he is a monster, but I don't think he is very scaryI can look at him straight in the faceMy heart doesn't even change paceI'm not afraid, I'm not afraidOf the man with the forbidden name</description>
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			<title>Some Days</title>
			<description>Some days the roses are a light gray, instead of blackSome days the pain feels light as feathers, where most days it feels like sharp tacksSome days the skies are as blue as the sea, instead of dark and drearySome days I feel fully alive, but I know it's only for a short time</description>
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