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			<title>The pain.</title>
			<description>It chases me I run. Hiding in Darkness; swallowed by it Rocking, crying, screaming It remainsRunning hiding It remainsI hate it; I love it the saddest yet, my pain I'm addicted to itInfatuated by it Stuck trapped isolated It remainsAlone friendless It remains ..</description>
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			<title>Flower.</title>
			<description>A flower;Seems more beautiful when it&amp;rsquo;s aloneStronger when it is the only proof of Survival.&amp;nbsp;A thing of desperation, Keep going It gets betterMisleading.&amp;nbsp;Life is;Not an adventure A trial A test Treacherous.&amp;nbsp;Secrets ..</description>
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			<title>It's Ways</title>
			<description>It seeps in slowly,Like a new tooth;&amp;nbsp; Breaking, tearing ripping&amp;nbsp; The soft pink gum.At first it's white,And just as a cloud;&amp;nbsp;Over its existence man&amp;nbsp;Will stain its purity and impurify it's beautyIt'll cling to you,like an onion's stench:&amp;nbsp; staining you and your senses&amp;nbsp; hol..</description>
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