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			<title>Darkness </title>
			<description>Click, click, click through the night No light shines this time Nothing in this house bares light I look for a face Someone that I trust Darkness does not slow it's paceI fight for my sightIn this house that has no light Cause darkness controls this night </description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Rememberence </title>
			<description>It was a cool Autumn day; my dad was driving me to school. We both had this odd feeling that morning, we didn't know till later as to why that was, we tried our best to just shrug it off but it was very complicated. My mother said that she felt nothing and just thought we were crazy but we knew we w..</description>
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			<title>Welcome To My Hell </title>
			<description>The day my parents were murdered was the day that everything changed. Different things began to happen and my life changed dramatically. Time for my story to be told. </description>
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			<title>Renewed feelings </title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s been two week since that night, we haven&amp;rsquo;t had sex since. I just can&amp;rsquo;t make myself have him, no matter how much I desire to have him. He taunts me though, with his every move, his touch sends a jolt through my body that makes me want to jump on him and consume him, in a ..</description>
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			<title>Something...different </title>
			<description>I looked into her eyes and just couldn&amp;rsquo;t believe it. She and her sister were a part of this all along. Yet I could see it in Silvia&amp;rsquo;s eyes, the sight of guilt inside her stiffened me. As they walked to their father&amp;rsquo;s side I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but wonder if she truly cared.  ..</description>
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