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		<description>The original writings of author Amanda</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 2&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had cousins and we would play ateach other&amp;rsquo;s house and at my gram and pap&amp;rsquo;s house (dad&amp;rsquo;s side). My one cousinwas five years older than me and I mostly played with him and my other co..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reality is perception. My reality ismy whole entire life sucked from the beginning. I was born to parents thatweren&amp;rsquo;t meant to be together. I have no idea why they&amp;rsquo;re still together today...</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s nothard wondering how I got here. Too much pain and not being able to handle it inthe &amp;ldquo;proper&amp;rdquo; way sent me here. I&amp;rsquo;m alone here but maybe it&amp;rsquo;s for the best. I&amp;rsquo;vehurt too many people. My best friends come three times a day, on sche..</description>
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			<description>A story of my life from when I was young and my sister died to going into different relationships, abuse and psychological torment. </description>
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