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			<title>Scattered Beads</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s a terrifying thing, being lost when you&amp;rsquo;re only about five. As you get older, it seems to come naturally. You get lost on the way to your classes, lost while driving in new places, sometimes you may even lose yourself. But when you&amp;rsquo;re five you don&amp;rsquo;t know how to pull your..</description>
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			<title>I'm so cold.</title>
			<description>And I shake without meaning to.&amp;nbsp;And my teeth chatter.I know that they are trying to say the wordsthat I can&amp;rsquo;t bring myself to say.And even if it was hot.I would still shiver.I would still shake.My teeth would still chatter.Because there will always be words,that I can&amp;..</description>
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			<title>The man with two hearts.</title>
			<description>A short story I wrote about my grandfathers death</description>
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			<title>I turned into glass</title>
			<description>I was born with tiny glass fingernails,And I grew little glass teeth.It's always the unessential things that you may need.I always had to be cautious,and when I went out &amp;nbsp;to play,My mother would say to me,&amp;ldquo;Don't break those tiny glass fingernails,Or your little glass teeth..</description>
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			<title>A Fallen Star</title>
			<description>A star fell from the sky,on to my floor.It was one i had wished ononce, before.Curiosity wanted to open it,and see what it said.But the devil in me,well, she couldnt care less.Instead i took a lighter,and I set it on fire.I&amp;nbsp;swept away the ashesand I started new</description>
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			<title>talking like a stranger</title>
			<description>Well I guess I talked like a strangerevery time I talked to youWords running into each otherMouth barely movingWords barely utteredI must have talked like some strangerevery time I saw youNever looking at each otherNever touching one anotherBarely getting byI know I talk like..</description>
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			<title>The Letter</title>
			<description>It All Started With the LetterI never expected that a piece of paper,Stained with black ink,Crumpled, almost to the point of no comprehensionI never expected that it could change my lifeI saw it lying on the stepsAnd picked it upThe ink had runThe rain had made it soggy and wetI ..</description>
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			<title>Big City Dreams</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I have dreamsBig dreamsBig city dreamsWere I fall asleep to car alarms and lightsWhere I wake up to sunlight and noiseI want to live in a place were I can discover something new everydayAnd see new facesI want to be someone in a city that never sleepsTo la..</description>
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			<title>Be My Cure</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;re like a fever,Burning though my headI could get rid of you somehowJust help me out.You&amp;rsquo;re like a headacheMaking me dizzyI could take some pillsBut then were would I be?Baby you&amp;rsquo;re my sicknessSpreading though out meParalyzing meKilling meDarling you&amp;r..</description>
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