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			<title>The Choice is Yours</title>
			<description>Life.Everyone takes it for grantedwhile it slowly falls apart.How far will you goto prevent it from being ripped away?Will one give it awayand help those in need?Or will you not surrender to the goodand tear away others to obtain your greed?I am not the one to judge,I can a..</description>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>Chapter 1 of The Unwritten, Untitled, and Unknown</description>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Why am I here?It's a question that is asked among the seven billion people who live in this world every day, yet the answer is never that valid in our minds. Everyone got here somehow, so why is it that we can't figure something as simple as this out? Is the answer right beneath our noses? Or is..</description>
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			<title>Get To Sleep</title>
			<description>Everyone needs it.</description>
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			<title>Unwritten, Untitled, Unknown (Prologue)</title>
			<description>Things will make sense later.</description>
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			<title>The Unwritten, Untitled, and Unknown</title>
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			<title>What It Is Like To Be Autistic (For those of you who aren't)</title>
			<description>This was the first poem that I wrote for my first year of high school. It was an assigned poem that I quickly wrote up two periods before it was due. Got a standing ovation. Enjoy!</description>
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			<title>Unsaved</title>
			<description>	&quot;...The dead body of eleven year old Evan Rockfeller was found at 4:57 this morning by a man, who wishes to remain anonymous, when he was walking his dog through Southwest Park. The man noticed a trail of blood and when he decided to follow it, he found the body nailed throughout the limbs with sma..</description>
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