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			<title>What Happened To Me</title>
			<description>What should I do? This is what I asked myself the two other times I was raped i kept telling myself after this many times that I should know what to do. And at the moment I just pretended to be asleep, like every other time. I really couldn't think of anything else. I wanted to stab him, but it was ..</description>
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			<title>With A Gun To His Head</title>
			<description>pressing my headphones to my ears trying to drown out the noiseparents yelling, dad with a gun to his headpolice called, no good at alltrigger pulled, bullet released, that was the end of his weekmom hugging, saying it'll be alrighthow could she&amp;nbsp; tell me those stupid lieswhat the future holds, ..</description>
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			<title>Should I Live</title>
			<description>I can't live because this pain has no endthe pain is there inside and out the pain will not end without a doubtthe scars have my wrist as a housethey will not leave, they will not come out</description>
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			<title>Evil Touches</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why can't you see what he did to me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his touches makes me hate me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I have to keep quiet or he will kill me&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nb..</description>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>A poem of emotions</description>
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