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			<title>Writing is Like the Ocean</title>
			<description>Writing is when you&amp;rsquo;re on landmesmerized by the repetition of the waves building uphigher and higherthen crashing downonto shoreWriting is when you&amp;rsquo;re at the edgecurious as to what's out therebut scared of drifting too farout into the endless beryl colored seahowever, curiosity is strong..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Abuse</title>
			<description>There is a violent monster,triggered by memory,that I can only see in the dark. &amp;nbsp;The monster pushes its palms into my foreheadand drags it&amp;rsquo;s nails down my face.It rips out my eyelashes one by oneand replaces my fingernailswith dried blood.When the monst..</description>
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			<title>Immoral </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I am in love with my vices;the wicked part of my soul.The devil on my shoulder,always makes me feel whole. &amp;nbsp;I am in love with the virusthat is inside my brain.The substance I long for;swimming through my veins. &amp;nbsp;I am in love with my mouth..</description>
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			<title>What I Learned during the Witching Hour</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; July 27, 20147:34 PM&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last nightthe power went out. I was in the first stage of a light sleep jerked awake bythe sudden silence. The hum and l..</description>
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			<title>File Cabinet</title>
			<description>July 27, 20141:53 AM&amp;nbsp;I amsimilar to a file cabinet, my name on the front.There arefolders inside of me; inside of my whole soul.I amclueless as to what the folders are labeled, but I know what they contain.Thecontents of my folders are my personalities; the oth..</description>
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