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			<title>Abusive Love</title>
			<description>I didn't care care when you took meor when you locked me in the cellar.I feel no pain when you beat meor use me in your sick, little games.I don't mind the drinking, the gambling,or the addictions.Your words never hurt when you called me nasty thingsor told me I was nothing.I take th..</description>
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			<title>Remember</title>
			<description>Remember when we were both kids?When we were so easily facinatedand spent hours daydreaming about very important issues.We showed so much potentialand our granmothers bragged about us insessantly.We could have been anything,our imagination taking us anywhere.Dirt was fun,kisses were ..</description>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; When I was in school I tried really hard.I wanted to be noticed.But that never happened.&amp;nbsp; I used to ask the teachers for help,but they wouldn't hear me.I used to walk the hallways,but no one would ever see me.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Now I am older and live on the streets.Every da..</description>
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