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			<title>My Call</title>
			<description>I&quot;m calling for help.Maybe not physically,but you can bet, mentally.I'm soul is broken.My bones are ever so weak,From the twisted journey I've taken.Look me in the eyes,I dare you.I look fine you say?Take one more look.My eyes are calling,telling for you to help.My soul is crying for someone,someone..</description>
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			<title>Shards of glass</title>
			<description>Spring was full of love and insincerity.The beginning of a wonderful relationship.&amp;nbsp;Summer was full of hugs and kisses,There were plenty of X's and O's.&amp;nbsp;Autumn was warm, like the inside of your jacket,I would know cause we always would cuddle.&amp;nbsp;Then winter came around, and I started to ..</description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>We would talk,day and night.Day after day,For many weeks.But then we stopped talking,I tried so hard for you to respond.But did you?No.I text you after many months,And you finally respond!I was so excited,Until I read your response.&quot;Who are you?&quot; You asked.My spirits were crushed.I told you every cl..</description>
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			<title>I'm tired.</title>
			<description>I'm tired of drama.I'm tired of gossip.Who are my real friends?I'm tired of lies.I'm tired of faking.Who are my real friends?I'm tired of guessing,Who my real friends are.I'm tired of hearing,&amp;nbsp;the rumors spread about me.&amp;nbsp;Are you really one of my friends?I'm just tired.</description>
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			<title>Honey I'm home</title>
			<description>&quot;I just got the best idea ever,&quot; I declared, &quot;I'm going to show up the day before im declared dead!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;You sure thats the best idea...&quot; Jake pondered.&quot;Yes!!! I blow it up in my families faces!&quot; I screamed with revenge in my eyes. I ran over to my dresser and dumped some of my things into my duff..</description>
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			<title>In the moment...</title>
			<description>*Fast forward about 3 years*&quot;What are we going to have for dinner?&quot; I asked Jake. He didn't answer. He was staring at a piece of paper. &quot;Jake, what is that...&quot; I asked.&amp;nbsp;&quot;It's the newspaper. Its about you.&quot; Jake stuttered. As Jake handed me the newspaper, I read the Headlines in big bold wording..</description>
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			<title>All is perfect...</title>
			<description>After about 4 hours, I walked to the front of the bus and asked the driver how much longer until we reach Colorado, where the cabin is. She told us that we were half way there. I groaned as I made my way back to my seat. Once Jake heard we were only half way there he groaned too. I sat down and Jake..</description>
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			<title>Breaking Free</title>
			<description>&quot;Ugh, she's such a jerk.&quot; Jake added, &quot;How about instead of staying here, we run away tonight?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&quot;But we're not ready!&quot; I whispered.&amp;nbsp;&quot;We can atleast run away and come back each day and go to work! you have everything you own already packed up. I'll steal some cups and pack up all my stuff. ..</description>
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			<title>My Story- Something you'll never understand</title>
			<description>My story,&amp;nbsp;You'll never understand.My thoughts,You'll never know why i thought them.My actions,You'll wonder how I live on.My life,'You'll ask how I continue it.So when you make a joke about me,&amp;nbsp;and wonder I'm hurt.&amp;nbsp;Just try to imagineMy story,Something you'll never understand.</description>
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			<title>Speachless</title>
			<description>&quot;Dear Annabell.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Me and John are going to get married. You'll never know when and you'll never know where. I hate you. Why can't I be happy for once. It's all about you. You're brother is getting married. Just run away. Just go. JUST GET OUT OF MY LIFE!&quot; the note read..</description>
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			<title>Surprising Turns </title>
			<description>&quot;OH MY GOD!&quot; I screamed.&quot;OH MY GOD! I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO COME BACK UNTIL TONIGHT OR TOMORROW!&quot; screamed Nick.&quot;OH, EW, EW, EW, EW!!! COVER YOURSELF UP! IF YOUR GOING TO DO... THIS.... DO IT IN YOUR OWN ROOM!!!!!&quot; I returned.&quot;GRANDMA IS VISITING AND IS SLEEPING IN MY ROOM.&quot; yelled Nick, cove..</description>
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			<title>Something Interesting...</title>
			<description>&quot;What brings you here, Annabell?&quot; asked Jake's mother.My a*****e of a mother, that's who. &quot;I was in the neighborhood and I decided to drop by!&quot; I answered quickly, so it wouldn't seem like I was thinking up an answer.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Then why did your brother call our house, looking for you?&quot; asked Jake's mom..</description>
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			<title>Sometimes I Just Don't Care</title>
			<description>&quot;OH MY GOSH HE KISSED ME!&quot;&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I Just Don't Care.&quot;We're Dating! Yay!&quot;Sometimes I Just Don't Care.When you've been dating boy after boy,And kissing day after day,I Just don't care.I've never felt love,So don't brag about it,Don't tell me about it,I just won't care.My life is fine,without y..</description>
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			<title>A life Lived Well.</title>
			<description>When I was a little girl,Daddy was barely ever home.Momma said he was fighting for our Country.He put&amp;nbsp;a roof over our heads, and food on our platesBut never got to see us.Momma said to be proud of what he's doing,But I could never understand.One day Momma cried more than she usually did about m..</description>
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			<title>belonging somewhere</title>
			<description>Everyone seems to know,Where they stand, where they belong.There's the cutest couple walking past me in school.There's the smartest people in the seventh grade.There's the&amp;nbsp;my friends in their possy laughing.But where do I belong?Do I belong with my friends in the possy?Or do I belong with some ..</description>
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			<title>Choke</title>
			<description>&quot;I can't wait till prom, Julia!&quot; sqeaked Kayla.&quot;I wonder if anyone is going to ask us... And maybe who it would be..? I'm just so excited!&quot;&amp;nbsp; JUlia sqeaked back.&quot;I wonder if&amp;nbsp;Noah is asking me...&quot; wondered Kayla.&quot;Well duh, Kayla! He's your boyfriend... Of course he's going to ask you to prom..</description>
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			<title>A place</title>
			<description>A place,A place better than your wildest dream.A place,A place with everything you could ever dream of.A place,A place with everything you love.A place,A place that you could so definitely call home.This place,This place I speak of so wonderfully,This place is a dream,This place is everything you co..</description>
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			<title>Smile</title>
			<description>Just smile.Even when it hurts.Smile.It'll brighten up your mood.Then guess what?Others will follow you,And smile.Then you'll just,Smile a little bit wider,and Smile a little bit brighter.So guess what?You just learned a life lesson!And while your telling this life lesson&amp;nbsp;to everyone one you kno..</description>
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			<title>Ugly beginnings</title>
			<description>INTRODUCTION-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bad Luck, hah, well, it's like a curse; once you get it, there's no way to rid of it, unless one finds the perfect lupehole. My name is Annabell and this is the story of my cursed teenage years.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;CHAPTERS-&amp;nbsp;&quot;Why do you..</description>
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			<title>The Cursed One</title>
			<description>Annabell, seems to have to be some sort of &quot;curse&quot;. How will she escape its depth? Just wait and see...
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			<title>Don't Let go</title>
			<description>Don't Let goDon't let go of what we used to have yesterday,Because of what I had mistaken we had today.You can't just forget about being great friends.I'm still me, and your still you.We're still ourselves, and isn't that all that matters?You still you,&amp;nbsp;Me still me.Isn't that the perfect recipe..</description>
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			<title>When everything else Fails.</title>
			<description>Never give up until you succeed, or what will you accomplish in life? When plan A fails, dont just drop your head in shame and walk away... there's still plans B-Z...</description>
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