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			<title>One and Only</title>
			<description>Sooong :]</description>
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			<title>Fear of being alone</title>
			<description>Found some spare time to scribble, and here's the results of it!</description>
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			<title>That's Danny Jones, the new kid.</title>
			<description>I got dressed for school in a hurry - already running late. Great, two weeks into the school year and I&amp;rsquo;m going to be late again. How I hate Mondays&amp;hellip; Living on my own and being independent did have flaws after all. Why was a seventeen year old girl living on her own? Good question! Ther..</description>
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			<title>Too Lost In You</title>
			<description>&amp;bdquo;Passion &amp;ndash; a feeling of strong sexual desire&amp;rdquo;
This is a story of passion that soon became too much. A feeling they both shared. The only feeling they had. </description>
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			<title>Before I awake</title>
			<description>I walked down the dark street, with the rain soaking me - making my make-up run down my face and clothes stick to my shivering body - but I didn&amp;rsquo;t care the tiniest little bit. In the last few days my entire life, hopes, plans and dreams shattered into little pieces in front of my eyes. I never..</description>
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			<title>How do you expect me to breathe without you?</title>
			<description>Well it's nothing I'm proud of, just a little emo mood I suppose. A few chapters of this deeply emotional moments.</description>
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