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		<description>The original writings of author Peanut Albert Stowe</description>
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			<title>Darling, Sweetie, Honey, Pumpkin.</title>
			<description>It may be a bit depressing as it focuses on the topic on depression.</description>
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			<title>Times like This</title>
			<description>This poem was written after a hard break up I went through.</description>
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			<title>I'll Never Admit</title>
			<description>Sometimes the things we don't say are what haunt us for days upon days. Who's to say who feels this way when no one will ever admit to the thoughts that are never said day by day.</description>
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			<title>Dear Mia</title>
			<description>Dear Mia, I thought you were my best friend, Yet you didn't help when I felt at my end. Dear Mia, I thought you wanted the best for me, but now I'm crying in the tub. Dear Mia, you introduced me to lots of friends; Ana, Deb, Olive, and Cat.  Dear Mia, why don't I feel like you. Dear Mia, I'm in the ..</description>
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			<title>Why Me?</title>
			<description>Bloody Wrists, Bloody Thighs,Sometimes I just want to die.Pull out the scale, Throw out the food,This will affect my entire mood.You see my wrists, You seem concerned,But I know you'll stab me once my back is turned.When asked if I'm ok,Ten thousand miseries come to mind,But I still whisper two simp..</description>
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			<title>Mirror, Mirror</title>
			<description>Sometimes a mirror is your biggest enemy</description>
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			<title>Perfect Body</title>
			<description>This is a struggle many teenage girls face.</description>
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			<title>My Best Friend</title>
			<description>This poem is about someone I knew a couple years ago. She went by the name of Mia and almost killed me. I turned to her when I was in a state of depression. This poem touches on soft subjects.</description>
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