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		<description>The original writings of author **Kay**</description>
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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>I don&amp;rsquo;t know why I do this to myself.Sad, angry, lonely.That&amp;rsquo;s when I do it most.Scars line my arms.&amp;nbsp;But you haven&amp;rsquo;t seen my heart.Other people cut me there;More than you can ever imagine.&amp;nbsp;My heart has too many scars too count...</description>
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			<title>Endless Road Of Ghosts</title>
			<description>Ghosts travel endlessly down an empty road.&amp;nbsp;The lost souls of theIndian warriors.&amp;nbsp;Those who can be seenswirl around like a veil begging to be seen, begging to be recognized.&amp;nbsp;The souls are waitingfor one who can see them.&amp;nbsp;The one who canrecognize th..</description>
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			<title>Cuts</title>
			<description>I wake up a little dazed not sure where I am. I try to movebut all of me feels bruised. &amp;ldquo;Rowan? Gram? Lindsey? Somebody?&amp;rdquo; I croak.No one oh goddess what if they left me here alone? I thinkfrantically. I try to concentrate on making a psi ball to get some one. Abrill..</description>
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			<title>The Goddess Nyx</title>
			<description>Warm sunlight hits my face and I smile and open myeyes.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m in a field and the wind isblowing softly. &amp;ldquo;Where am I?&amp;rdquo; I ask the empty field.&amp;ldquo;My dear your with me.&amp;rdquo; A lovely voice chimes.&amp;ldquo;Who are you?&amp;rdquo; I ask the voice.&amp;ldquo;I ..</description>
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			<title>Fight</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Rowan wanted me to come and get you your Mom left.&amp;rdquo; Jaysays.The tension in the room relaxes a little. I send up a silentthank you to whomever maybe listening. I walk carefully down the hallway and into the kitchen toface Gram. I don&amp;rsquo;t know why a feeling of dr..</description>
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			<title>Psi Ball Splat</title>
			<description>Prologue &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Water, earth, Fire, Wind. These are the elements of ourfamily. I am the youngest child technically; I am the fifth child ofseptuplets. Sometimes I really do feel like the youngest child even though mysisters and I are all the same age. We are all 15 and..</description>
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			<title>Sisters Of The Elements</title>
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5 sisters 4 elements or so they thought. A ancient prophecy threatens the lives of Rayla and her family. An ancient order known as The Key are bent on killing Rayla. </description>
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