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			<title>Cycle of Disgustingness</title>
			<description>It's the product I turned in to my Honors English teacher, but I'm going to make it soo much longer o-o</description>
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			<title>I Don't Understand....</title>
			<description>The format of this poem was given to me by my Honors English teacher, kinda boring but hey, I like the poem I created lol</description>
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			<title>I Hate Me</title>
			<description>Because of you, Mother and Father, I hate myself. I always have, and always will. Thanks! :D</description>
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			<title>Halloween</title>
			<description>Tonight is the night.Beware, ghouls will give you a fright.&amp;nbsp;Monsters creep through the dark.Your mind is alive with a fearful spark.&amp;nbsp;The wind howls with a deathly chill.The screaming trees will give you a thrill.&amp;nbsp;Graveyards will give you a sense of dread.Watch out for the living dead...</description>
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			<title>Dead</title>
			<description>i scream in painas the bladesof past memoriesslice through memy eyes leak redmy tears haveturned to bloodthe darknessthat surrounds meis like a blanket,suffocating,killing mei wish to dieand that i dobut not untili go throughthe sufferingof not wantingto live brings..</description>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>your words are like poisonas they slice into her soulher heart is now brokenbut wasn't that always your goal?&amp;nbsp;to break the broken girlto shatter her dreamsthose where all she had leftbut she won't give up, by any means&amp;nbsp;she will try to win you backshe will try to be strongshe knows ..</description>
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			<title>Monsters</title>
			<description>This is a poem about what I go through every night before I go to sleep.</description>
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