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			<title>Forgetting</title>
			<description>Song</description>
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			<title>The Memory</title>
			<description>I never wanted to admit it...but i'm not over you, everytime i see your name it pops out at me as if my mind wants to remind me, i'll never be over you. The love we had seemed to go on forever, you even told me so.&amp;nbsp;Did i make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life? Did i really do som..</description>
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			<title>Be you</title>
			<description>We are all so ashamed to admit it but we all have our secret life, our own feelings we know could never be heard by any ears! We write poetry, getting out our emotions and how we feel because we know we don't have anywhere else to express it. We hunger on our own writeings like a wolf who has never ..</description>
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			<title>Black rose</title>
			<description>It's something i wrote about my parents.</description>
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			<title>Why</title>
			<description>Why are people fighting? loseing there lifes over nothing.Why are we worrying? when God is in control.Why are we acting&amp;nbsp;like we know it all but in truth, we know nothing.Why are we hopeing, for something that is not real.Or wondering in the dark. searching for the one thing that has bee..</description>
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			<title>Somewhere</title>
			<description>Poem about emotional abuse</description>
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