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			<title>SHUT UP and OBEY!</title>
			<description>Be politeand mindful of others feelingsbridle yourtongue out of fear and painlisten tome, do as I say, not as I doSHUT THE F**K UP and LEARN HOW TO OBEY!&amp;nbsp;whathappened to America over the past yearswhy do webite our tongues to taste our own blood?no one is..</description>
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			<title>Hate all around us</title>
			<description>This is more of a story than a poem, so it wont rhythm or have any kind of a flow to it.</description>
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			<title>A Dream Deffered </title>
			<description>Great men are they who see that spiritual is stronger than any material force - that thoughts rule the world. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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			<title>A Change Has Come</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s easy tolook into my past and point fingersIf it wasn&amp;rsquo;tfor this person or that situationmaybe Iwould have become more than I amI am aproduct of the society I was raised in&amp;nbsp;More humanbullshit delivered to othersin anattempt to skip and evad..</description>
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			<title>Love's Silent Thoughts</title>
			<description>All the thingsthat we have been throughyou shouldunderstand as I understand youI can nolonger hold my heart stillit desiresto love you beyond imaginationI have grownaccustomed to a mundaneexistenceconstantlyreminded of how we use to bepleasantmemories now br..</description>
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