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		<description>The original writings of author Vanessa Davy</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>A few weeks passed by quicker than both could have imagined. Bags at the front door ready to go, tickets and passport in the carryon. All that needed to be done was saying goodbye and grabbing his coat. This morning wasn&amp;rsquo;t like any other morning right before James went on one of his business t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Spring is flowing through everyone&amp;rsquo;s bodies. All of them running outside, doing errands, the shoppers are going crazy, business people all over the place, even the squirrels are out running around. This Monday is the best time for small business owners to get most of their customers back for t..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>It was one of the darkest days, with storm clouds rolling in, hearing the crack whip of the thunder beating the skies beauty. Whistling of the wind&amp;rsquo;s tune carried the cold, yet subtle breeze, through the trees and anything or anyone that stands in it. No sounds of birds can be heard by the shr..</description>
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			<title>Complexcity of Love</title>
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			<title>Solitude</title>
			<description>She sees herself the way everyone else does...&amp;nbsp;The same ol' girl without a cause.&amp;nbsp;Driven to live with this burden taunting.&amp;nbsp;With the reflection of her past haunting.&amp;nbsp;Is there no end in sight?&amp;nbsp;Will she for all of time have to fight?&amp;nbsp;To be the best..</description>
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			<title>Can't Save</title>
			<description>She says that she wants to die,There's nothing here for her anymore.I'm not going to sit here wondering why,I know how she feels watching tears pour.Not knowing the cause of them revealing.The stabbing pain of emptiness. Can't find a healthy way of healing.Living everyday constantly in..</description>
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