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			<title>Guilt</title>
			<description>Sweaty, spotty teenagers came spilling out of classrooms like leaks in a dam.&amp;nbsp; Teachers followed shortly.&amp;nbsp; The corridors rapidly became overloaded like a prisoner of war camp, only with a little less torture.&amp;nbsp;I hated school.&amp;nbsp; I had a weekend job working in the local hardresse..</description>
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			<title>Hatred</title>
			<description>I sit here and i look your way,This hatred I feel for you is beyond reality,I do not know of what I am capable.I just know, I hate you.&amp;nbsp;You sicken me to the depth of my soul.And some more,You're disgusting, disgraceful.You stupid w***e.&amp;nbsp;Your thick greasy hair, covers yo..</description>
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			<title>Living Hell</title>
			<description>The depth of the night is upon me now,The ancient mist doth hide the starsAnd the shadows darken my path.Where is the end?&amp;nbsp;I see not a thing of man or beast,alone in this world we must tend for ourselves,tend for our own.A hailstorn of tragedy.&amp;nbsp;My face saturated with the ..</description>
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