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			<title>A rucurring dream of mine</title>
			<description>I have had this dream and others very much like it almost all my life...I cant figure out what they mean...</description>
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			<title>Shatterd Trust</title>
			<description>&amp;quot;Are you all packed?&amp;quot; He smiled down at five year old me.&amp;quot;Yes, daddy&amp;quot; Im excited to go spend the summer with my step-dad. He carries my dolls to the car and puts my suit case in the trunk. He tells me we will have fun this summer...that he really enjoys my company. I&amp;nbsp;smile..</description>
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			<title>Stranger to the World</title>
			<description>a troubled younge girl stuggles through life</description>
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			<title>Broken Mascerade</title>
			<description>The doors are open, the lights are on. People scream over blaring music.Everyone is in masks. Cold, dead, false.Half the people don't see through them, the rest just don't care. Keep the quiet, little lambs, little lambs. Keep them simple, little pets, little pets. It walks through the door,..</description>
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			<title>Silver Shadows</title>
			<description>Steal me, take me away to a place where the sun doesn't cry and the moondoesnt keep me awake at night, beggingme to stand alone in the dark, Staring up at herand wondering if you all are staring at her too,Wishing for for the&amp;nbsp; same thing.Take me to a magic wishing well so&amp;nbsp; I ca..</description>
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