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			<description>I only see darkness&amp;nbsp;I'm afraid for my life thisMonster holds my life&amp;nbsp;The monster takes awayNever caring who it hurts&amp;nbsp;Killing causing fearTurning people awayCausing me loneliness fearWhy wont it go away?Deep down I know whyIts a monster created inThe darkness of myLife the monster want..</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>The thoughts that roam my head through the day. </description>
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			<title>When they came.</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Being the oldest of five children has allowed me to experience the frightening and exciting feeling of getting a new sibling at the home. Each new sibling brought me a different experience because of the unique situation of each. My immediate brother is two and a half years younger than..</description>
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			<title>Waking Up</title>
			<description>Everyday I wake up with the same monsters from the past. Every morning seems the same. But some how my world is changing. The rays of the sun have begun to shine brighter. The warmed of the day has begun to melt the coldness that was in my heart. No the world hasn't stayed the same seen's does dark ..</description>
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			<title>Cut!</title>
			<description>There are a lot of reasons why there are lines of blood in my arms.There are a million reasons why kids cut them selfs, and this are my reasons why.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Its not that I'm a child that enjoy the pain, I don't.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I did it because it allowed me to hurt myself just like I would hu..</description>
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			<title>Can't wait!</title>
			<description>Can't wait till the moment I'm dead!!When I'm 8ft underground and can't breath.When my body is discomposed an the only thing you can see of me is my bones.Can't wait till I get out of this hell called Life!!Until I hear no more of this hatred againts the ones that we call our friends and fam..</description>
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			<title>When I die?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; If I were to die right now would anyone cry? &amp;nbsp; Would anyone care?&amp;nbsp; And if someone did, WHY?&amp;nbsp; I have hurt a lot of people!&amp;nbsp; Why would they cry one who had the nurf to hurt and not care.&amp;nbsp; For some one that tryed to change but every time she tried people brough..</description>
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			<title>I didn't matter.</title>
			<description>I didn't matter to my father who left me without knowing me.He left me without a father to protect me, help me, or love me.Packet his bags and just left never looked for me. Cared less if I lived or died.He made his own life and forgot about me.But one day hes gonna wish that he had known me. </description>
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			<title>Scared</title>
			<description>Don't you ever wonder why there is a yellow sun and a blue sky?Ever wondered why am I the way I am?Why if she is so mean and rude she gets all of that?How will I ever reach my goal?Why must I see my kids suffer?Don't ever people think that every time they judge me I know and it hurts?Is ..</description>
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			<title>Lost Time</title>
			<description>Its not easy to say that one has lived in a shelter, but I know I can say it with my head&amp;nbsp;high because there is nothing wrong with that. That happend in the summer of 2010. My mom had finally gotten tired of my stepdads domestic violence. It was a fast and difficult change but we did it. That s..</description>
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