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			<title>walking away</title>
			<description>She's not gonna tell you a story, cause some stories are just too hard to tellSo shes gonna lie to herself and say she'll be fine when inside shes slowly dying and the rhythm of her thoughts are out of place, they'll say she's a liar and laugh in her face, and then finally realities wisdom will catc..</description>
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			<title>Oh my this world is unfair </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; No shes not the same is what their going to say&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Shes just a mere display of unruly children please go and play with someone of the same race, he shouldnt be first in place&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Is what their going to say&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;..</description>
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			<title>broken art</title>
			<description>sometimes our hearts are broke other times we feel like were being choked. A marathon of those who yawn in spite of all rumours that have gone. Dont let it slip out of your grasp for only your love is what will make it last. between heartache and pain its all the same, a contraption of windows where..</description>
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			<title>The walls we build</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I cant paint the walls I build or or apply shelves of flowers or add in clean clear windows, I can form a house of the ones I do build ,but they wont have doors to open so i cant taste bitter sweet reality some do say the houses can be a formality, but that doesnt apply to the rules of unearth..</description>
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			<title>No ease </title>
			<description>most of my poems are personal but I do encourage you to try and figure out how they can apply to you:)</description>
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			<title>sunken </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;When I looked at you I thought of the sky, all big and blue, open and wide,but deep inside their was a sun shining bright, flaming and red and worried with fright.I was awake all night crying inside, the sadness inside me filled me with no delight, I was sick of the person I was at that time&amp;n..</description>
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