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			<title>The end.</title>
			<description>I've been trying totell myself that I canstill hold on to something,but both our gripshave loosened.And when I lookat our foundationI see nothing buta crumbled heapof dust and dirt.Something beyond recognition.And I don't thinkI can be botheredto fix this anymore.</description>
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			<title>Crush'd</title>
			<description>I'm not even sure why I try anymore.I know you're just being nice,I guess I can't help myself.Any small thing you say to mereally, truly, it brightens my day.I know you're just being nice.It really isn't all that nice,the false hope I get every time we speak.I'm not even sure why I try anymore.I gue..</description>
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			<title>Chapter one.</title>
			<description>After months of restless nights, the only thing Cassandra Andrejevic wants to do anymore is sleep. But she's got a job, and the alarm clock next to her is blaring. She groans and manages to feel around for the snooze button but she doesn't get up.No, she doesn't even stir at all until she hears her ..</description>
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			<title>Insomnia.</title>
			<description>Have you ever wished your dreams would come true? You really shouldn't.</description>
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			<title>samotno&amp;#347;&amp;#263;</title>
			<description>There's a castle in my head,where everyone's always ballroom dancing.They wear masks so I don't remember who they areThere's an ocean in my heart,where everyone goes to drown,or turn into sharks that tear me apartThere's a ghost in my mouth,where it jumbles my words,and tongue-ties me for fun.There'..</description>
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			<title>Candle Cove</title>
			<description>sort of a &quot;fanfiction&quot; of the Candle Cove creepypasta/tv show.</description>
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