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			<title>Days of Dark</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Darlin&amp;rsquo;,don&amp;rsquo;t you cry.You&amp;rsquo;ll see -it&amp;rsquo;ll be alright.Days in thedark don&amp;rsquo;t make you who you are.How you feelnow?Yes, it willvery well determine how far you will go.But we&amp;rsquo;llpush through the thorns - you&amp;rsquo;ll see.God ha..</description>
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			<title>Not Just A Word</title>
			<description>Have youever felt guilt deep in your soul? Its silentwhisper incessantly grows, harassingyour conscience &amp;lsquo;til truth be told replayingthe message that &amp;ldquo;no one knows.&amp;rdquo; Distorting,deceiving, devilish lies Attemptingto salvage your precious pride ..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alliestepped through the doors of the new Bradshaw&amp;rsquo;s Diner and sat on one of the redleathered booths. A waiter strode over and offered her coffee, and she gladlyaccepted. She ran her fingers through her red hair and grasped the white mugwith both hands, lov..</description>
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			<title>Dear John</title>
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			<title>Just A Memory</title>
			<description>You weregone before I could know who you were.Even whenyou were here, you used your hands to communicateand I wastoo young to understand.Mom and Dadhad to interpret for me, and even then I was too shy to speak.Please&amp;hellip; come back.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Ode to Journals</title>
			<description>The smallbook that knows your highest hopesand yourdarkest nightsIt has 96ink filled pages covered inmemories with no room to spareThe pageswear your tearsand itwinces from the angry pressure of your pen. A journal isan ocean where your secrets swimand e..</description>
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			<title>A Deep Breath</title>
			<description>Even though you aren't here, I still have to breathe.Sitting here and missing you is getting me nowhere,so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.The sea reminds me of our love - deep and endless.The leaves fall to the ground, nature is taking its courseBut still, I sit here.A deep breath may be ca..</description>
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			<title>She Cries</title>
			<description>I really have a heart for people that are hurting. This was just my way of reaching out to them somehow. Even though I use &quot;she,&quot; this also applies to guys too.</description>
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			<title>Never Forget</title>
			<description>Image is not mine.</description>
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			<title>Unsaid</title>
			<description>Tired and wornSpent and tornYou're a husband, you're a wifeYou're a son, you're a daughterWords won't come outYou're tongue-tied and messed up insideYou can't bring yourself to confront him or herIt's too much to even think aboutYou know what needs to be saidBut you still lie on yo..</description>
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