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			<title>Bladed Past</title>
			<description>The pain still haunts me, of those childhood memories. The ones that still make me cry, the ones that made me nearly take my life.&amp;nbsp;The sting and pain of blades, it took forever to stop.&quot;Babe, you all right?&quot; My boyfriend asked, he could always tell when something was on my mind, especially if..</description>
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			<title>New Things, New Life</title>
			<description>I was walking down the street with my skateboard tucked under my arm; the only thing that was truly mine, everything else was burnt that damn fire five years ago. That was the worst day of my life. The day my world came crashing down.&quot;Jay! I have some good news!&quot; It was Tiarn, my best friend; my o..</description>
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			<title>Gone.</title>
			<description>The door was locked. None of the windows were open. Only a small nightlight was keeping away the darkness of midnight. Time was running out. I stood still, something was about to happen. I could feel it in my bones, I didn't know what could happen but I knew something would. And I was stuck, locked ..</description>
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			<title>Black Wolves</title>
			<description>He knows nothing of his family. Not until 5 years after his home was destroyed by a fire and his parents stabbed to death. Colours that now paint his life black, red, and white. Can he save himself?</description>
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