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			<title>Casualties of War</title>
			<description>I feel like bombs are dropping in my head.&amp;nbsp;I've never fought so hard with myself.&amp;nbsp;Reason vs. Emotion.&amp;nbsp;Neither side is winning. And neither side can win.&amp;nbsp;All this battle is causing is casualties on either side.&amp;nbsp;I'm ripping myself apart trying to figure out what to do and ever..</description>
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			<title>Too Much</title>
			<description>I want to eat a vat of ice cream.&amp;nbsp;I want to smoke an entire pack of cigarettes and spit on the ground.&amp;nbsp;I want to curb stomp everyone that pisses me off and straight punch the next person that looks at me funny.&amp;nbsp;I want to scream in your god damn hypocritical a*****e face: &quot;I'M TOO GOOD..</description>
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			<title>Help Me</title>
			<description>Help me liveHelp me breatheBe my saviorRescue meHear my troubles&amp;nbsp;Feel my painHelp me fight thisKeep me saneI think I'm drowningI can't feel anymoreI'm gasping for breathMy whole body is soreI'm screaming loudMy voice is weakI can't keep going&amp;nbsp;So help me speakHelp me riseAbove this allHold ..</description>
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			<title>Broken</title>
			<description>I'm tired.My head hurts.And my whole body aches.I'm tired...of being used. of having to clean up everyone else's messes. of being told what to do, how to act or who to be. of having to fix someone else's life. of feeling horrible about myself. of feeling like I only exist to make other people feel b..</description>
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