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			<title>I'm Sorry</title>
			<description>I look at you and I see myself. And I know youbetter than anyone else. At least I thought I did. I messed up it's all I everdo. I tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen. I ended up getting hurt thistime. I thought I was the one that was trying to protec..</description>
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			<title>The Nightmare</title>
			<description>I see it, I see him going into the house engulfedin flames. He knows that he only have so much air in your pack. He is the firstone in but he never came back out. I run in after him not caring about everyoneyelling at me to stay away from there. I run in and f..</description>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>No one really knows how alone they are until no one is around you anymore. We all wish that we will that one person who will be our Peter Pan and take us to Neverland. It may take time but we all find our own Peter Pan eventually. They may not even come off as our Peter Pan at first. They learn ever..</description>
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			<title>Where I'm From</title>
			<description>I am from the middle of no whereFrom animals and mudI am from the ashes in the fire pitI am from the dirt beneath our feet&amp;nbsp;I am from the black on my fingertips The graphite on the page I am from the darkness of the moonThe stars ..</description>
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			<title>The Strongest Are The Most Broken</title>
			<description>Has anybody realized that thestrongest can also be the most damaged or broken. You can&amp;rsquo;t tell that they areactually fragile by there actions but more from their eyes. Does anybody lookpeople in the eye any more. If not then they have no clue what is goin..</description>
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			<title>Hopeless Pain</title>
			<description>That one moment you realize that everything isruined. Just because of one person. Your skin turns ice and you realize thatyour shattering on the inside. There is no one to catch any of the pieces thatare coming apart because your all alone. All you want to do is j..</description>
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