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			<title>Bloodlust (Game)</title>
			<description>Little things; The human things that made me happyAre all gone.I'm starving, thirsting, for more - old or newAnything to sate my appetiteFill this whole forming in my coreTo stop any others from forming in my chestBut instead I get less.Empty words, admired lessI tried to force my smiles lessIt's no..</description>
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			<title>Cero's Poem</title>
			<description>A poem from the perspective of an original character</description>
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			<title>Guts (Original Poem)</title>
			<description>There's no glory without pain or beauty without gutsEither way someone's spilling their heart out, hurt outAnd I'm tripping on the messShouldn't I look down more often?Eyes to feet. Know your place.No, I know, there's nowhere left to look and no one left to leaveBut I'm tired of the doubts I carry a..</description>
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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>No one can do a damn thing anymore&amp;nbsp;Seems like they only waste life by imagining what it&amp;rsquo;s like on the other side of the sky&amp;nbsp;Necks cracked permanently, as they drool gazing at an ever-changing ceiling&amp;nbsp;Lights designed to make us question why?Well Why?&amp;nbsp;Why look if we&amp;rsquo;ll ..</description>
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			<title>Damien's Poem</title>
			<description>A poem from the perspective of an original character named Damien. (More so a speech)</description>
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			<title>And Then There's The Silence</title>
			<description>And then there's the silenceThe part we wish to cover our ears forThe most unpleasant noiseIt rattles our shells and aches our heartsGiven after honesty or soul-felt pleasIt stays where it should not beAnd then there's the silence</description>
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			<title>Words like bullets</title>
			<description>Making sure your tongue is hiddenIn the finest lack of lightHonest to GodAre you prepared for this fight?Don't bite the lettersOn the end of your lipsIt's too late, to hesitateTarget's already hitDoes it make you feel better?&amp;nbsp;Does it?&amp;nbsp;Words like bulletsFrom a seat in the dark.&amp;nbsp;Does it..</description>
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			<title>The Lobotomy of a Liar</title>
			<description>We don't masquerade...</description>
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			<title>What if?</title>
			<description>I'm from BrooklynBrooklyn...We go hard, yeah yeah yeahWe go...........Nowhere.I'm from BrooklynBut I could've moved to Staten IslandStaten IslandWe go...?Shopping?Ha, it's sad but true.Yet there's more to it than that.There's more to it than shoppingThere's more to it than rich girlsThere's more to ..</description>
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