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			<title>Basic</title>
			<description>My brain totally went wacko tonight and decided to bring on the topic of expectations. Such as expectations from romantic movies; After watching one, a girl will raise her expectations, much. </description>
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			<title>Pressured</title>
			<description>This poem was written out of the spur of the moment. I guess since I will be graduating in a year and I have been through a lot of trials throughout high-school, this poem surely was fitting enough.</description>
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