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			<title>Chapter 1 - Take Me Back To The Tracks</title>
			<description>I sat on the floor in my bedroom, next to the full-body mirror hanging from my wooden door, bashed in a little and broken from some fights with mom. No one was home and my hands were trembling as I held my razor. &quot;I'm sorry.&quot; I say to myself. I didn't know what I was apologizing to myself for, but t..</description>
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			<title>Take Me Back To The Tracks</title>
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			<title>So Young, So Damaged </title>
			<description>The truth behind this story is...</description>
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			<title>So Young, So Damaged Chapter 2</title>
			<description>I managed to get myself up in the morning, surprisingly. I felt..horrible. I wasn't quite sure what exactly happened last night, but I knew it was terrible, I could feel it. I sat on the edge of my bed for a minute, and stared at the floor, realizing I needed to start getting ready for school. It wa..</description>
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			<title>So Young, So Damaged Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>I sat there silently in his car, staring at the dashboard. I was so nervous I was shaking, and it was noticeable. We were both completely silent, but it wasn't awkward. It was the type where you can just feel the tension. Every time before this that we had hung out, like when we were dating,..</description>
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