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			<title>Somos el Mundo</title>
			<description>Somos amor.Somos el Mundo.&amp;nbsp;We are the love. We are the world.&amp;nbsp;We aren't American citizens.We are citizens of the World.&amp;nbsp;Standing together as one.Colors mixed, and languages combined.&amp;nbsp;Somos amor.Somos el Mundo.</description>
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			<title>Earth</title>
			<description>I watch as it rains on a chilly April day.Thunder rolls less than a second after a lighting flashes.Understanding the way the world works is impossible.No one can agree on who created it.Entirely unknown is the way we shouldn't live.Stop being stupid and learn something.</description>
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			<title>Blade</title>
			<description>Sitting and thinking.Wondering if I should do it again.Another scar.Another guilty pleasure.Drawing that thin, ice cold, sterile razor against my skin.It's painful.But not as painful as the words that cut my heart in two.Ignoring the sound of the rumors,That travel around the school,..</description>
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			<title>Music I listen to</title>
			<description>It might have drumsor it might have a mixereither way it is still music.people talk s**t when they listen to Lil' Waynebut they also talk s**t when they hear one of Avenged Sevenfold's songsBlah, Blah, Blah.We listen to what we want to because we find it rebellious.Get the hell over it..</description>
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			<title>Samantha</title>
			<description>about my little sister</description>
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			<title>About Lexy</title>
			<description>Name: Lexy SteeleStar sign: CapricornAge: 14Height: Five ft. seven in.Hair Color: Dark BlondeEye Color: Blue. Ice Blue to be exactRace: I'm a mix. native american and whiteThree Words to Describe Myself: cute, ticklish, caringWhere I was born: Oklahoma CityWhere I live: Yukon, Okla..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MustangBroncoGrr/813549/</link>
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			<title>Something that happened...</title>
			<description>Nobody tells me what to do.Not you, not my parents, not my boyfriend, and definently not any gang banger.Who cares if I start or stop smoking. None of my friends or my family.What is with this life that teenagers live in?Drugs, Love, Lust, Sex, Rape, Alcohol, you name and somewhere in the ..</description>
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