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			<title>Coll&amp;eacute;</title>
			<description>Deep inside the confines of my mindlays a voice.A child's voicebut its screaming very loud.Will someone let me out now?I am trapped and I cannot get out.If by chanceone small chancesomeone is hearing my callsplease help me knock down the walls.</description>
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			<title>Tug of War</title>
			<description>The light,&amp;nbsp;It creeps.&amp;nbsp;Tugging at my clothes&amp;nbsp;With its warm gentle hand.&amp;nbsp;The shadows grow long&amp;nbsp;Without warning,&amp;nbsp;Behind me they stand.&amp;nbsp;Letting time bleed&amp;nbsp;Only becoming stronger.&amp;nbsp;The darkness,&amp;nbsp;It creeps.&amp;nbsp;Surrounding me&amp;nbsp;Leaving me longing for th..</description>
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			<title>Lemons</title>
			<description>It may not seem obvious because of how I grit my teeth,But my emotions run oh so very deepSo deep that at the age of 10 I was loosing sleep.By 12th grade year I had buried them deep underneathDrinking beers and smoking green,Growing hatred for the world as I joined in with the sheep.Have I forgotten..</description>
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			<title>All alone</title>
			<description>The morning started like any other.I woke up in bed like I always do, grabbing at reality while wiping crust frommy eyes. I began to dress in my normal attire: steal toe boots, for safetyreasons, Black cargo pants with two large pockets on both legs, and an open redwool vest that sat on my b..</description>
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			<title>The Powder</title>
			<description>Sci-Fi, Adventure, cyber-punk</description>
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