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			<title>My Father</title>
			<description>My dad is the light at the end of the tunnel that pushes meto keep goingEven when I want to give upHe is the stars shinning in the dark night skyMy dad is always there for me when I fall on my knees, andcan&amp;rsquo;t get upHe was there to pick me upBrush me offLook me in th..</description>
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			<title>A-Z</title>
			<description>Along the road I walkedBriskly trying to blend in with theCowed of people in front of meDeep in the sea of people I seeEveryone in their own world of a hurry swarming withFatigueGrief, withHigh hopes of being on time to workIn the end, they won&amp;rsquo;t beJust when..</description>
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			<title>The Reluctant</title>
			<description>I want to inform all my readers before starting, this is aview from my perspective.&amp;nbsp;Walking down the street, your feeling uneasy, heartpounding, and hands clammy.&amp;nbsp;Your mind know that you&amp;rsquo;re being followed&amp;nbsp;You can feel the sinking feeling in your heart..</description>
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			<title>I was no one. Now I am somebody. </title>
			<description>I sit on the corner of a building hugging my kneesI peer into the store windowI see a reflection of a womanHer hair pulled back into a messy bunSome of the hair falling out at the sidesHer hair bright as the ocean blueBut fading just enough at the top that it looks like the..</description>
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