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			<title>moms last night</title>
			<description>breast cancer tribute </description>
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			<title>that girl</title>
			<description>Sitting in a chair with pen in her hand and future waiting to be highlightedDesiring to finish complete her school ,to throw the once used highlighter A neckless lies around her neckTwo hearts sit where in a moment of love care or happiness grew A phone buzzes signing a that someone dear has written..</description>
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			<title>family:we are not a genre</title>
			<description>My walls scream for peaceThe floor reeks of fights and unending fitsCreated by love hate warsJust cause you say you love me doesn't mean you doFour letters that bring a fake relationship togetherTime growing on them like mold on fruit Slamming doors swing open and closeThree kids seeing their mom tw..</description>
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			<title>he left</title>
			<description>Leaving us without word, nothing left to say,Mom and me are never going to forget that day.Mom keeps crying,she keeps saying its her fault.Now she is is in a prostitution ring just to put food on the table,and just yesterday the cop found herself on the asphalt.Now i'm in the system,being passed fro..</description>
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			<title>the friend</title>
			<description>Lost in sea of make believeI sprint through decisions without using my eyesHolding the pain that comes with scarsForgotten days as shooting up becomes more normalWhen being sober is more painfulI can only find more tears in what i do nextAs the day begins with a needleI find myself back in the sea o..</description>
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			<title>if i were straight</title>
			<description>If i were straight Would you love me with whole heartWould you see me as an equalWould you see me on my wedding daywould you say he is cuteIf i were straightCause right now It feels as if the choice of whomi like makes me an enemyAs if i was a witch in a christian community &amp;nbsp;Burn me with words ..</description>
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			<title>dear family</title>
			<description>this is not family but it is what i thought it was</description>
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