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			<title>Don't Be Sad, Go Take Some Zoloft!</title>
			<description>My psychiatrist told me to use my meds as an aid to face my feelings through writing. My friends said to drop the pen and take a pill. This is a piece written when I couldn't cope with my depression.</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>If Grief Always Brings you Revelations Do Revelations Always Have to Bring You Grief?</description>
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			<title>Perfection: The Deadliest of All... (To everyone who ever felt imperfect...)</title>
			<description>&quot;Why do we always strive for perfection?&quot; is the thought that ran through my head as I wrote this poem. We've all associated perfection with beauty at one point, but why? Why is perfect so deadly?</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>For every end there is a beginning and for every beginning there is an end. But is there ever an end to an end or a beginning to a beginning?</description>
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			<title>The Savage Pure</title>
			<description>She was girl that was far from normal, she knew that. What she didn't know was how far. Love, Sex, Violence, Danger and Secrecy. These monsters aren't just underneath your bed... but inside your head.</description>
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