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			<title>Silent</title>
			<description>No one understands me.</description>
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			<title>Twisted</title>
			<description>A sad story about how tough life can be when your family doesn't like you</description>
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			<title>The Broken Heart</title>
			<description>It feels like a thousand kinifes&amp;nbsp;are being pushed into your soul.It expands like an ocean of hateas it whispers its terrror filled scream.It scatters like a thpousand pebbles falling into a stream.It moves like a ragging river,and dashes like a beam of lightas it moves to currupt your soul.It d..</description>
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			<title>The Secret</title>
			<description>I wake up to a loud crashing sound. Then I hear it. A loud piercing scream that vibrates throughout my entire body. I rush downstairs, because I know that scream. It is the scream of my older brother Mike. I rush downstair to see what made him make that awful sound. When I see what horror awaits me ..</description>
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			<title>The Last Day</title>
			<description>One day the note said. One day left to live. I don't know who it's from or what is going on, I only know I have one day left. I kind of new something was going on when I awoke to a syringe laying next to my bed. I had to have known something was going on, right? I know I want to spend the day with m..</description>
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