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			<title>The end of The end</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &quot;It was the end&quot;That's what my mother told me. Her last words, not &quot; I love you&quot; or something cleche like that&quot;It was the end&quot;As quickly as it came, it was over. Like a light my world crumbled before me. Slowly fading into a memory or so i thought. Fate had another plan for me, another destin..</description>
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			<title>short years...given near</title>
			<description>where we lay our lookng glass is where our love with lay for good</description>
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			<title>red snow</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The coldness caught my breath as&amp;nbsp;I gasped. I watched my friends, family, and people that&amp;nbsp;I lived with; people that&amp;nbsp;I love, falling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<title>unknown</title>
			<description>unknown</description>
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			<title>walking on glass</title>
			<description>Mars, not the planet but an outspoken, loving, annoying&amp;nbsp; and most of all&amp;nbsp; girl that doesn't think, just dose. Her impulses take most of her brain and logic thrown out the window of a speeding car.but behind all those smiles and laughs, sarcastic joking and playful love is a broken girl.A g..</description>
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			<title>Unwounded voices</title>
			<description>i read this book in school and i hated it yet loved it i also wrote a poem for it!</description>
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