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			<title>Conclusions.</title>
			<description>Sometimes I don't know if writing is really for me.</description>
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			<title>Memo.</title>
			<description>You'd think in your senior year of high school, friends would want to spend as much time as they can together before time runs out (without suffocating each other of course). But with my friends, this is just not the case. I don't have your average friend</description>
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			<title>Forever Goodbye.</title>
			<description>I've been feeling...well, pretty damn s****y lately. Writing is something I'm really passionate about. Honestly and full heartedly. But I've been so stuck lately. I feel like anything I write, cannot measure up. Blah. I tried.</description>
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