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			<title>I'm Sorry </title>
			<description>You took advantage of me. I was 9 when you exposed yourself to me. I didn&amp;rsquo;t know it was wrong so I did what you asked me to do. I trusted you with my heart, because you were my dad. You told me everything would be okay but it was far from okay. You took my clothes off and I didn&amp;rsquo;t say an..</description>
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			<title>In The Depths Of Her Mind </title>
			<description>She was the kind of girl who believed in true love.She believed in the fairy tales.She wanted to believe that was enough.She just wanted to get out of this jail.She wasn&amp;rsquo;t pretty.She was magical.She had the heart of the city.She was angelical.But her mind was dark.She would sit in the park.Wat..</description>
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			<title>To The Boy Who Is Gay</title>
			<description>To the boy who is gay:&amp;nbsp;I know that you are scared of telling people the truth and what they will say.If they will walk away or stay.&amp;nbsp;I know the feeling of wanting to be found, but feeling that you will never be found.&amp;nbsp;To the boy who is gay:&amp;nbsp;I know that when you go home, you just ..</description>
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			<title>A Lost Soul</title>
			<description>There&amp;rsquo;s a girl who is lost and never been found.There is noise but she can&amp;rsquo;t hear any sound.She sits in the bathroom.She smells of broken perfume.She&amp;rsquo;s got tears in her eyes.As her heart slowly dies.She smokes a cigarette.As her choices turns into regrets.She sits next to a bottle ..</description>
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