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			<title>Darkness In The Light (Chapter One* )</title>
			<description>The coldness in the corner of the room made me shiver. It sent a tingle down my spine. I felt like I could just reach my hand out, and I'd feel a coolness rub against the palm of it, lace strings of an ice cold touch in between my fingers and grasp it. And though I'd feel the coolness of something a..</description>
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			<title>Darkness In The Light</title>
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			<description>I SAT ON THE HOSPITAL BED, CLUTCHING MY PHONE IN MY HAND. I stared down at the screen, waiting for my phone to go off, telling me I got a text message. I wonder if he knew just how much my heart raced in my chest when I was texting him. Usually my heart felt like it was just gonna break out from my ..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Fourteen)</title>
			<description>WHEN I OPENED MY EYES AGAIN I WAS IN A BRIGHT PLACE. Like not just kinda bright. Like boom in your f*****g face bright. I felt like I was staring straight at the sun. &quot;Jesus!&quot; I yelled, covering my eyes. I was sitting on a bench. A white bench. When I looked up, it was even brighter, almost like it ..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Thirteen)</title>
			<description>WHEN I WOKE UP TYLER WAS AT THE FOOT OF MY BED. He looked up at me and smiled softly, reaching up and grabbing my hand. He rubbed my hand with his thumb, &quot;Hey beautiful,&quot; He reached his other hand up and put a few strands of my hair behind my ear. I smiled and squeezed his hand softly.&quot;Mmm..hi..&quot; I ..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Twelve)</title>
			<description>I LOOKED AT HIM IN SHOCK. &quot;T-Tyler?&quot; I felt my eyes water as I looked at him. The love of my life just came back to me, after years of not seeing him, he was standing here right in front of me, just like he did in my dreams. He still looked the same way he did when I was 12. Light brown, shaggy hair..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Eleven)</title>
			<description>I STARTED WALKING HOME AFTER SPENDING A FEW HOURS WITH KERIN AT THE PARK. I crossed my arms over my chest as I walked, watching my feet step forward, then watched my other foot step in front of that one. I used to always feel like my feet were chasing each other when I was really little. It was fun ..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Ten)</title>
			<description>DAD WALKED INTO THE HOUSE JUST AS I WAS FINISHING LOADING UP THE DISH WASHER. He looked at me. &quot;Hey hon. How was your sleep?&quot; He came up behind me, squeezing my shoulder softly, one of his black back-pack straps still over his shoulder, slowly sliding off it. I looked at him over my shoulder.&quot;Good I..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Nine)</title>
			<description>THE NEXT MORNING I WOKE UP EVEN MORE TIRED THEN I WAS. How was that possible? I didn't know. It used to happen to me when I was a little girl all the time. I'd fall into my bed and fall asleep in ten minutes tops. Then I'd wake up the next morning and be even more tired than I was the night before.I..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Eight)</title>
			<description>MY DAD WALKED OUT THE DOOR TO THE GARAGE AND TO HIS TRUCK. I watched him walk out and sighed, curling myself up on the couch. I looked at the cable box. 8:23. Dad was just leaving when he needed to to get to work on time. I sighed, rolling my sweat shirt sleeves up to my elbow, trying to let my cuts..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Seven)</title>
			<description>WHEN I WOKE UP A FEW HOURS LATER, I LOOKED AROUND. Jack was gone. I lost&amp;nbsp;him for good this time and I couldn't bring him back to me. I stretched, pulling my sweatshirt sleeves up to my elbows. I looked at my cuts again, shaking my head. I got up and walked downstairs to see my dad in the kitche..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Six)</title>
			<description>ONCE I GOT OUT OF THE SHOWER, I HEADED TOWARDS MY ROOM. I ignored the stinging in my arms, the blood dripping down from my arm to the floor. It hurt like hell. It really did. I wiped my eyes quickly, and sat down on my bed. Slowly, I looked from corner to corner, staring blankly. &quot;Tanya?&quot; Jack asked..</description>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Five)</title>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Four)</title>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Three)</title>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter Two)</title>
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			<title>Letting Go (Chapter One)</title>
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			<title>Letting Go</title>
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			<title>Dreaming Hopeless</title>
			<description>I SAT THERE ARE THE HOSPITAL EMERGENCY WAITING ROOM. I had been there since 7 in the&amp;nbsp;evening the night before. It was about 2 in the morning by now, I was sure of it. My boyfriend Kyle sat next to me, his cap over his face. He was probably asleep. I listened as the heavy rain poured down on the..</description>
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