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      <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:36:18 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>fiction_lover</dc:creator>
      <title>the Hallow</title>
      <description>(related to ASD)
Something in my mind, tells me it's not right.
Something in my mind, is telling me to fight.
Somthing in my mind, is screaming for silence, while lips do not part.
Trying to speak to you, is harder to say than do.
My heart leaps, my palms sweat, my feeling burst from my head.
I don't try to be diffrent, I just am.
I am a broken toy.
A mangled puppet.
A soundless trumpet.
I guess their right, I am diffrent, but is that...</description>
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      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 17:52:44 -0400</pubDate>
      <dc:creator>fiction_lover</dc:creator>
      <title>big brother</title>
      <description>10 years since I have'nt seen him
heard a word
or written
I wonder every day
if he will come back one day.
We get a letter in the mail
written in pure black ink
wondering if it is my brother, that i have'nt seen or met.
Ever since I was little, I wondered why don't I have a brother.
but now I do, but he's diffrent, not right, not well.
He makes us worry, and they take him away, far away,
for awhile they say.
but awhile is very long...</description>
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