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			<title>Roach&amp;rsquo;s!</title>
			<description>Down to the roach again! I&amp;rsquo;ll light the next I suppose. The only thing that stops me wilting! Like, water to a rose!The Sound of crackling as it smoulders, and lava rolling down the wrap! Lifting the mind off the shoulders, just enough to escape the wrath! The &amp;lsquo;content&amp;rsquo; o..</description>
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			<title>&amp;lsquo;What am I meant to do?&amp;lsquo; </title>
			<description>When I&amp;rsquo;m sitting here in despair; driving shaky fingers through my hair,  &amp;lsquo;cause the world has let me down!   And Life forbids me to thrive; yet, the f****r won&amp;rsquo;t let me drown!  ...how can I fix this frown? When I need warm arms, those miracle charms which sooth the heart whe..</description>
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			<title>Surreal house</title>
			<description>There are six of us housemates; I'm the only white here. I hate that for some, this scenario would still strike fear! They're loud and quite crazy; with footy they get carried away. The banter gets rather grainy, but I'd have it no other way. I'm older than they, by at least ten years, they ..</description>
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			<description>Why am I me? Why must I bear this soul? I was supposed to be an angel, but I can't fulfil this role, I was naturally loving, love was all I had; yet pinch by pinch it's been taken, now I'm broken &amp; sad! I'd give anything to again be he, the lad I was before becoming me!When I knew who I want..</description>
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