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		<description>The original writings of author Chewing Wildflowers</description>
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			<title>A child's &quot;prayer&quot;</title>
			<description>Now I'm laid down, but not to sleepI pray the Lord's soul will weepHe holds me in his arms, too tightWill I see the morning light?I do not want to see another dayI beg, anyone, help me get awayI do not trust, but I must obeyAmen.</description>
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			<title>Clarity</title>
			<description>The problem is my growing hatred for myself,the problem is my weakening self-confidence,the solution is metamorphosis.The problem is my faith in humanity,the problem is my choice in companionship,the solution is loneliness.The problem is my family,the problem is my childhood,the solution is to never..</description>
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			<title>The End. </title>
			<description>Labored breathing growing softer in her ear, Mother Nature can no longer thrive here,Battered lands to which blame is only our own,She sheds one last tear and life turns to stone.</description>
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			<title>Repercussions </title>
			<description>I can never escape my redundant thoughts of self peril and deception,I recoil every ounce of humanity I emit.Losing myself in my own torturous swirl-pool of intoxication,I fall deeper and deeper inside my thoughts.Distancing myself from the world around me,&amp;nbsp;I push away instincts of consequences..</description>
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			<title>Dead of Night</title>
			<description>The winding scent of tobacco rises, twisting and turning through my nostrils;&amp;nbsp;flowing down to the pits of my likewise stomach,&amp;nbsp;urging my strongest will to live scurry away like a roach.I am helpless.Trembling, I must close my eyes and be still, be lifeless,&amp;nbsp;all the while my insides ar..</description>
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