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			<title>A Bad Day</title>
			<description>Today was&amp;nbsp;is a bad dayYou're drinking againI hate it when you drinkYou slur out words with your bottom lip crackedYour eyes glazed overWhen you cry it feels like it's just your body's way of getting rid of the toxinsI want to rip myself apart knowing that I am even one small bit a part of you&amp;n..</description>
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			<title>Someone Who Loved Too Much</title>
			<description>I don't know...just something that I literally just wrote down..no planning at all x.x </description>
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			<title>The Only Way I Feel</title>
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			<title>Feeding Myself Lies</title>
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			<title>Waiting For Spring </title>
			<description>Just a really short poem...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Introduction</title>
			<description>Introduction:Nightmaresof the pastI was running. My chest feeling tighterwith every stride I took. The cold, hard floor beneath my bare feet. I feelsharp, jagged rocks slice into the soles of my feet and sharp twigs from thetrees slash at my clothing and skin. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>First Day Of School</description>
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			<title>A Lurking Shadow</title>
			<description>Introduction:Nightmaresof the pastI was running. My chest feeling tighterwith every stride I took. The cold, hard floor beneath my bare feet. I feelsharp, jagged rocks slice into the soles of my feet and sharp twigs from thetrees slash at my clothing and skin. I don&amp;rsquo;t know what..</description>
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