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			<title>I Just Wanna Be Known</title>
			<description>I've always wanted to find myself,on a bookshelfIt's got nothin' to do with stealth,or health,Maybe a little wealthJust always been denyin' myselfCause there's never been a moment of truth,in my youth.........unfinished</description>
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			<title>Untitled* 02</title>
			<description>why the f**k you wanna please em allwhen all you got is a hand and a knifeeveything you do will make you fallguess the poverty dont prove shitbut i know youyou'll suck it up and take a hitwe dont know whatll comebut we know whats heregrab the rumi aint gunna fear</description>
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			<title>Untitled*</title>
			<description>Im f****n self-madenoone else matterscause everythins gunna fadewe aint even gettin paidbut its okaycause i dont give a f**k today</description>
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			<title>The 'Not Really A Poem' Poem #01</title>
			<description>Declining society's ways will get you no farther than where you are nowTo get through [life],you need to please societyyou need to satisfy societyyou need to pleasure societyNevermind, f**k society.</description>
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			<title>Figure it out</title>
			<description>I can't make the distinction,It doesn't seem realIt's all f****n fictionIs it ever gunna change,or am i outta luck?&amp;nbsp;My mind is spinnin with these innovationsI feel so f****n stuck</description>
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