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		<description>The original writings of author Hannah </description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I've looked everywhereBetween the cushion seats,Under the bed,Inside the drawers,I feel lost without itLike driving through a thick fogSometimes I get nervous,And let the beads of sweat fill my palmsI've looked in the car,Inside the kitchen cupboardsAnd under every table an..</description>
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			<title>Way Back When</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;So young we were, it feels so far awayTo think of the times we'd pretend we were braveNever a day where a trail of laughter wasn't leftNever a day where life wasn't spentWay back when monsters roamed our closetsAnd faeries came to sing us to sleepWay back when we dreamed of finding..</description>
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			<title>The Flower</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;In a field of many others, a seed began to grow.The sun provides its source of light and everything it needs,to soon become like those around,or so it would likely seem.As the seed develops into a beautifully blossoming bud,it takes things as it comes,sometimes very little, and rar..</description>
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			<title>Impossible?</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;16 years old, with the world at her feetEveryday she'd sit and wonder:&amp;quot;Why can't that be me?&amp;quot;No matter how hard she tried or how far she'd goShe always seemed to worry,&amp;nbsp;When would she ever know?She watched as people flew right past her,&amp;nbsp;Without even a second t..</description>
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			<title>A place of my own</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There is a place I like to goSomewhere no one can find me,&amp;nbsp;Somewhere no one knowsA place of my own&amp;nbsp;There are thousands of rose bushes,Grounds misty with blue bells,And lilac trees all in a rowA place of my own&amp;nbsp;A stream trickling down a hill,&amp;nbsp;Curving pa..</description>
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			<title>Fantasy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I see your face when I close my eyesI count on you to catch me if I fallYou're the reason I prolong our goodbyes,You're the reason I feel so small.Will you ever turn around?Will you ever see it's me?How can you not notice, what you mean to me?I see the way you look at her,I see..</description>
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