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			<title>Speech//Poem for WICKED (my business I am starting)</title>
			<description>*This is a poem I wrote when I was 15, so forgive the grammar*I don't want to be here.I don't want to not sleep.I don't want to be sick.I don't want to struggle in maths.I don't want to hate myself.I don't want to cry when I look in my mirror.I don't want to be someone else,when everyone else is tak..</description>
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			<title>am i doing better?</title>
			<description>am i doing better?i just try not to think about it,about everything,really,i try to not think about my parents' failing marriage,or my lack of identity,or the feeling that threatens to break through my heart when i see them,them arguing,abusing the other,them lying on facebook postsand to family,i'm..</description>
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			<title>Suffering, part one</title>
			<description>I feel trapped,I feel betrayed,And most of all, I feel broken.I asked for help,and no one heard me,no one heard my crying,no one comforted me.My own mother has turned cold,and no friends I have at school,all I am,all I see,is a failure.They tell me 'your eyes are beautiful',but they do not know,they..</description>
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