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			<title>Pathways</title>
			<description>I walked along this path with hateunaware that i had guilbly taken baittelling my feelings and sceaming my cries&amp;nbsp;but then i slowly sighedand in my mind I knew hate couldn't help me at alland nobody else knew how I felt &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>a</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fear comes in many forms fears is your worst nightmare, fear is the thing coming fear is fear and so on. When I was thirteen I never thought of how strong I was or how weak I was, all I knew is that it wasn't important. Bad words, bad thoughts and, bad peop..</description>
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			<title>Scrap the Old</title>
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