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			<title>Pretending</title>
			<description>I begged the teacher not to call my dad, I promised i'll never talk in classsobs coming out of me, I barley could breathsnot coming out my nose it was a catastropheshe thought I was being dramatic and called anyways&amp;nbsp;little does she know, she just sealed my fateI couldn't go the rest of the day,..</description>
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			<title>Stabbed in the Back</title>
			<description>Foundation and Ice covers the marksso people don't question the scarsif they ask &quot;Is everything all right&quot;You smile and put on a fake disguiseEvery night she dreaded going homeCause a druken man was always on the other side of the doorYou put the kids to bed and turned the radio on loudSo they would..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Life&amp;rsquo;s been rough from the start, yeah I took it to heart&amp;nbsp;Need someone to pick up the pieces I&amp;rsquo;m&amp;nbsp; falling apart&amp;nbsp;Asked God to heal me&amp;nbsp;he multiplied tribulation...&amp;nbsp;That&amp;rsquo;s when I went an started dancing with Satan&amp;nbsp;Father forgive me for I have sinned&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<title>Unloved</title>
			<description>Struggle.&amp;nbsp;I struggle with the perception of beautythe misconception of prettyand the addiction of lovethoughts dance in my mind&amp;nbsp;wondering if i'm going unloved&amp;nbsp;hair straight&amp;nbsp;pretty eyes&amp;nbsp;all these things I despise&amp;nbsp;cause I have none of those things&amp;nbsp;I can never look so..</description>
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