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			<title>Not My Body </title>
			<description>Not My BodyMy body isn't My bodyThe dark is a reminder of Bruises&amp;nbsp;hiding under my clothes&amp;nbsp;My body isn't My bodyPeople think its not my fault&amp;nbsp;that I was to young to fightMy body isn't My body&amp;nbsp;Its a reminder of videos that are out there&amp;nbsp;waiting&amp;nbsp;to ruin me.My body isn't My..</description>
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			<title>Cut</title>
			<description>CutSheyells,I&amp;rsquo;m LateShe knows,I HideShe finds me,I CryShe doesn&amp;rsquo;t care,I CutShe Screams,I DieSheCries,</description>
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			<title>If</title>
			<description>IfIf you don't understanddon't jokeIf you don't ask&amp;nbsp;I won't tellIf you don't actnothing changes.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/liltea/1862118/</link>
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			<title>Do Something </title>
			<description>This is a poem about depression and how it can be hidden so well that you wont know that something is wrong.  </description>
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