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			<title>Letter to a friend</title>
			<description>As college is creeping closer, I have realized that I have been distancing myself from my friends, so I have written one of them a letter. Please read and comment anything you would like! Thank you!</description>
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			<title>In Society's Image</title>
			<description>In society's image I'm not good enough.My hair is too shortMy waist is too wideMy face is too roundMy eyes are too brownMy teeth are too smallMy attitude is too dullMy posture is too slouched My friends are too weirdMy dreams are too impossible...&amp;nbsp;The list goes on and on.But who determines what..</description>
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			<title>You'll be scared</title>
			<description>Sometimes I get this feeling.It just washes over me. Sometimes it come and then goes just as quicklyand sometimes it just grows.This feeling is anger.It's hatred, it's fear, it's the want for revenge.All of these mixed togetherto form anger.I want to punch a walla wall made of brick.Maybe the pain w..</description>
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			<title>Broken Promise</title>
			<description>I saw the pain it caused their family,the father not only stole their moneyhe stole their mother's happiness.I watched as the kids had to chose over the mother or father,no matter what choice they make, they hurt someone.Their grades began to fall apart,they quit sports teams.How could they think of..</description>
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			<title>A kiss I Should Have Missed</title>
			<description>I regret one thing from that night:The kiss.As I stood over him,I felt like I needed a final goodbye.So I laid my lips upon his forheadand kissed him goodbye.His skin was cold and dry.It reminded me of the skin from a doll I once had.And now that is the last memory I have of him,that skin that felt ..</description>
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			<title>Love is more.</title>
			<description>18 years and still no boyfriend. For many teenage girls, this would degrade them and put the false accusations into their heads that they are ugly and unwanted. For a long time that's how it was for me too. People often told me&amp;nbsp;I was pretty, sure maybe I'm not society's expectation as far as my..</description>
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