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			<title>But I Didn't Mean To</title>
			<description>I can&amp;rsquo;t walkI never thought this would happen to meIt all began in September.The school year had just begun.It was a Tuesday morning; only the second week of school and of course we were still getting new students.Typical agenda, everyone wants to go to school with the white kids where everyth..</description>
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			<title>Just Let The Tears Fall</title>
			<description>She'll just let the tears fallAs her eyes close &amp;amp; she looses sight of it allShe'll quiver in painAs she sits, consumed by the silence, altogether with her painShe'll scream at the worldQuestioning the rejection of her nameShe'll bow her head because she's ashamedThey say she's changed, but..</description>
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			<description>People always think that the most painful thing is loosing the one they love in their life. The truth is, the most painful thing is loosing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, forgetting that you are special too.-If a person really wants to be with you, they'll make time for yo..</description>
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			<title>All Alone</title>
			<description>I'm all alone in a way, &amp;amp; I don't like itLayed up in my bedd, with these hot tears streaminq down my face, but I tried to fight itWhy? I don't know, but the tears are here now....They said don't worry about it, but I got to, I got more fears now...I wonder why...All the time, but he was th..</description>
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			<title>Another Tombstone</title>
			<description>Another TombstoneMy heart can&amp;rsquo;t grasp this conceptIt simply refuses, just inconceivableWe couldn&amp;rsquo;t tell, you always hid the truth from us but your body was exhaustedThe fact that you had it concealed left me at a loss for words when you left my life forever and departedThe tears fe..</description>
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			<title>CJ</title>
			<description>CJ&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Myday started with a phone call from my girl Breyona. She was asking if we couldspend the day together. I felt kind of bad when I told her &amp;ldquo;No, I have plansalready!&amp;rdquo; because she sounded hurt after that but she..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>Prologue&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gun shots ringing, and thescreeching sounds of rubber tires rubbing against the already hot pavement inan attempt to get away before the cops came was all you could hear down thestreet. CJ and Markus were used to th..</description>
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			<title>Introduction</title>
			<description>Introduction&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is the story of three friendswho all came from drug-addicted families and were forced to grow up in fosterhomes because their parents were unable to take care of them. Those threefriends all escaped foste..</description>
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			<title>Why Did I Pull The Trigger</title>
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			<title>It Hurts/ All That's Remembered</title>
			<description>It hurts whern your last hug was a cold one without a pulse... When instead of hearing a heart beat it's a hollow shell without a tuneIt hurts that the vibrant eyes and body and spirit so full of life is no longer alive and the greeting is no longer in place to look forward to... It hurts when your ..</description>
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			<title>A Freedom Well Earned</title>
			<description>I wrote this poem in honor of my great grandmother whom passed away on 2.19.2012! Forever in our hearts, she will be missed.</description>
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