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			<title>Youthful Desperations</title>
			<description>Just another outburst inspired by a major disappointment.</description>
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			<title>Rich Intolerance</title>
			<description>Just a little rant I wrote after a particularly troublesome day at school; how can such privileged people be so blind?!</description>
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			<title>Gone with the Wind (Cry for Freedom)</title>
			<description>I wrote this while studying at Carnegie Mellon Music Conservatory. Coming from a small town, I was a fish out of water, and wrote this piece after my first week of study.</description>
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			<title>&quot;No, thank you.&quot;</title>
			<description>Written the summer of 2010.</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote right after I broke up with my boyfriend. Nothing profound, just me blowing off some steam.</description>
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