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			<title>A Million Pieces</title>
			<description>Finished and done,you've had your funNow I'm alone,empty to the bone.Before my spirit was dead,I always said,I'd go the distancebut now my soul has no resistanceto the chains of loneliness and regret.You kept me around,forever boundby you plastic smileyou controlled mefor more then a short while.To ..</description>
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			<title>My 8%</title>
			<description>Sorry If there was a scientific mistake!!! Im not good with science...</description>
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			<title>The Circles on The Floor</title>
			<description>Its not a true story but I got inspiration from this story where a girl who was just a minor character had such a big story, I felt I wanted to do more justice to her.</description>
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			<title>At the Top of The Stairs</title>
			<description>At the top of the stairswatching your hairin the cold night breezeas it moves throughthe air with ease.A step below youwith my hands behind mefeelings of every hueand the fearof you not being here.Completly powerlessI surrender If there was just one thingI wish to sayplease don't push me away.</description>
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			<title>Pint Of Kerosene</title>
			<description>Pour me a pintof some delightful kerosene, give me a matchor give me a lightercause without youmy future looks no brighter.</description>
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			<title>Holyland</title>
			<description>Can you hear the wings?the wings that take the sufferingand lift them up to great heightsonly to let them fall to the ground?Can you hear the wings?that have a devilish beata rhythm alluring and enchantingone that you cant avoid but you know destroys you?Can you hear the wings?that lift up those who..</description>
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			<title>The Last Days of Atlantis</title>
			<description>I also have been trying to write a story about this poem. Three children trying to cross the Island of Atlantis and get to safety. Ill see if this thing goes well first. Enjoy :D</description>
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			<title>Something not to try</title>
			<description>HI. Something I made in school when I was bored and well thinking about some heavy stuff :D Hope you enjoy and leave comments! Thanks! :D</description>
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