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			<title>Why? </title>
			<description>The stupid things we do for love....</description>
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			<title>Hero</title>
			<description>R.I.P Kids and Teachers caught in the shooting of Connecticut- God Bless The heroes who saved lives that day and the families of the deceased &lt;3</description>
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			<title>Prologue- Miss Lanie's Home for The Mentally Deficient</title>
			<description>January 5th-&amp;nbsp;	Sometimes, I wish death would just consume me. I can't seem to take the pain away- no matter how many pills or cuts I take. But in the end, don't you just wish you could be saved? I could have died two months ago, but no, for some odd reason, life just decided to be a pain in the ..</description>
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