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			<title>My First Love - Chapter 2 - The Building of The Hearrt</title>
			<description>We all chilled at the garage for awhile, maybe hours, we drank more, chat a little and everyone was just having more fun. Jeremy got a little bit too much to drink so he stayed in the car. I'd check up on him a few times, till i stayed in the car and kept his company.We chat for a good while, we tal..</description>
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			<title>The Journey</title>
			<description>There's a smile. There has been a smile, underneath it all there will always be a smile.The sun is over my head, bright and beautiful, keeping me warm and calm through it all.I look in front of my life and the water is still, but I was stilling riding on waves in the soothing breeze that kept me cal..</description>
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			<title>The First Love-Chapter 1 - In the beginning </title>
			<description>&quot;Babe I'm going to the beach you wanna come?&quot;I said to EJ, my boyfriend, on the phone.&quot;Who and who going?&quot; he asked. &quot;Jeremy, Andrew and the others from the shop&quot;. He agreed then hang up.I woke up Ashe Wednesday to EJ in my room getting to go to the beach. I called the guys n we all packed up and le..</description>
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			<title>My First Love</title>
			<description>I will never know myself until I do this on my ownAnd I will never feel anything else until my wounds are healedI will never be anything till I break away from meI will break away and find myself today.When i was 15yrs, i lost the only man that i could trust, love and be there for.He die..</description>
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