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			<title>Can you remember?</title>
			<description>Can you remember,The long walks through the countryside?The trips down the lake?The carelessness we shared?Can you remember,The huge swan that kept chasing you?When we pulled each other into the lake?When we were so foolish?Of course you don't.I bet you don't even recall my name,When your friends as..</description>
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			<title>You:</title>
			<description>You b***h,You moan,&amp;nbsp;You cry,&amp;nbsp;You beg.&amp;nbsp;You beg for attention,Every second,Every hour,&amp;nbsp;Everyday.People have realized,Even your &quot;friends&quot;,Everyone thinks that you're pathetic,Childish.You lie about your parents,Your situations at home,Having eating disorders,Lying about most things...</description>
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			<title>HA!</title>
			<description>Get off YOUR cafe?&amp;nbsp;Ha!Get off MY facebook?&amp;nbsp;Get off MY MSN?Get off MY Google?Get off MY Yahoo?They are websites,&amp;nbsp;Open to EVERYONE,It's not yours at all.&amp;nbsp;Please, grow up you immature pathetic little b***h,Or else. ;)</description>
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			<title>Dear &quot;it&quot;</title>
			<description>Oh how I despise,Those wretched eyes,How my ears have to suffer,Hearing your piercing voice, as loud as a sub-woffer,You're so self-absorbed it makes me sick,If I could shoot one person, you'd be the one I'd pick.&amp;nbsp;You act like a seven year old,You're as immature as they come,Y..</description>
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			<title>In the midnight sun</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He hunts for fresh flesh,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>I miss those days</title>
			<description>I miss those days. &amp;nbsp;Those days when you wouldn't go near boys,Because they had 'coodies'When the only drama,Was when someone stole your candy,And when nothing was complicated.&amp;nbsp;Nowadays,Twelve year olds have lost their virginity,People fight over nothing,And everything..</description>
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			<title>Thank you.</title>
			<description>Dear ex,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You won my heart,&amp;nbsp;called me beautiful,&amp;nbsp;told me you love me,&amp;nbsp;and gave me some amazing memories.&amp;nbsp;The sad part is,&amp;nbsp;I got myself so infatuated with you,&amp;nbsp;so close to you,&amp;nbsp;that I let you hurt me,&amp;nbsp;I let you do what you did to m..</description>
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			<title>&quot;I'm here&quot;</title>
			<description>You just sat there,&amp;nbsp;not a word did you share,&amp;nbsp;that single tear ran down your face,&amp;nbsp;your depression finally won the race,&amp;nbsp;that one tear transformed into a flow,&amp;nbsp;Oh, how your eyes did glow.Then it hit me,&amp;nbsp;Like U unlocked the door to your emotions with a master key.All tho..</description>
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			<title>Love.</title>
			<description>We all assume that we know what love is, because we all want to know. We would like to think that love comes effortlessly. and movies make it seem wonderful, you get someone to lean on and you make out, fabulous.&amp;nbsp;We think it's valentines card and chocolates, kisses over the phone at two in the ..</description>
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			<title>So, tell me?</title>
			<description>You can't play with broken strings,&amp;nbsp;You can't shoot without a gun,You can't sing with no voice,&amp;nbsp;You can't see with no sight,.&amp;nbsp;So, tell me?How can I love you&amp;nbsp;significantly&amp;nbsp;without your presence?&amp;nbsp;How can I feel your pathetic touch?Smell your horrific&amp;nbsp;odour?Hear your&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Tricks of the mind.</title>
			<description>I didn't want to do it,&amp;nbsp;It was the voices in my head,They kept telling me to do it,&amp;nbsp;This is what they said:&quot;You need to do this,&amp;nbsp;It's your only choice,&amp;nbsp;If you don't, he will.You've got to do this,&amp;nbsp;Unless you want to die?Do the right thing here,He's not right,He'll play with ..</description>
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			<title>I'm not.</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;m going to be just like them,I&amp;rsquo;ll be normal,Imagine that?&amp;nbsp;I know what I am, And I know what I&amp;rsquo;m not, They know what I&amp;rsquo;mnot, But I&amp;rsquo;ll change, I&amp;rsquo;ll be better. &amp;nbsp;It won&amp;rsquo;t hurt me, It&amp;rsquo;ll make me stro..</description>
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			<title>Do you remember me?</title>
			<description>I love making twists.</description>
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			<title>There's a girl</title>
			<description>This poem is from my past, I hated &quot;drawing&quot; but &quot;drawing&quot; distracted me from the emotional pain.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/typingaway/697905/</link>
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			<title>Our minds</title>
			<description>I wrote this when thinking about someone who left my life, forever, this is for you, baby.</description>
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			<title>Hi, I'm a teenager</title>
			<description>Just had to get it off my mind, ha! 

And no, I'm not pregnant, I don't smoke, I'm not in a &quot;gang&quot;, I go to school everyday, I don't have ten boyfriends, just because you judge teenagers by our genero</description>
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