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			<title>Human</title>
			<description>Human&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Born in 1998Innocent and happy atfirst.Corrupted by animperfection,He continued beinghappy and making the people around him feel the same.&amp;nbsp;Put in prison in2005,But not consciousenough to see...</description>
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			<title>Mirror</title>
			<description>MirrorWhy is he still here?Looking at me the exact same wayAs I am looking at him.There is nothing here I hate more.&amp;nbsp;I would have expected someoneTo have killed off this monstrosityA long time ago, but it never happened...</description>
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			<title>Factory</title>
			<description>Factory&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Every day at the samehour they all wake up.They then proceed togo to the bathroom whereThey have the sameroutine every time.They later eat thesame thing for breakfast like every morning.&amp;nbsp;They procee..</description>
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			<title>Strings</title>
			<description>StringsAs a young man, I hada lot of people that liked me.All of these peoplecast strings on me,Which made me feellike a safe and happy marionette.But one afteranother, they cut the strings and made me fall.&amp;nbsp;Once I was ly..</description>
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			<title>Tomorrow Comes Today</title>
			<description>Tomorrow Comes Today&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Only a few more weeksuntil I lose One half of the onlythings that matter to me anymore.When I think aboutthe loss I&amp;rsquo;m about to suffer,The tears flow frommy dry eyes and run down my face.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>For the Longest Time</title>
			<description>For the LongestTime&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For the longest time,I&amp;rsquo;ve felt empty inside.My thoughts in my head Are like toy trains on tracks.&amp;nbsp;For the longest time,No one knew how I felt.People looked at me and I Smiled..</description>
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