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			<title>Grr Let me save it!</title>
			<description>One word: Garbage. Every single&amp;nbsp;word of the millions I'd sketched on crumpled paper, every sentence I'd composed, every paragraph I'd molded, and every page I'd invested my heart and soul into, each and all of my creations could be labeled with one bisyllabic word: garbage.*Wrote huge 42 fo..</description>
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			<title>America the Beautiful?</title>
			<description>Long and windy&amp;nbsp;avenues;Broken dreams and&amp;nbsp;hopeful few.Thorns&amp;nbsp;in amber waves of grain,And&amp;nbsp;oppressing acid rain&amp;nbsp;Purple mountain majesties,Echoing with tragedies.Streets built from cocaine bricks,Unsettled&amp;nbsp;politics.&amp;nbsp;Quivering lips of hungry youth,..</description>
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			<title>Not named yet</title>
			<description>Madison &quot;Maddy&quot; Parker&amp;nbsp;arrived in mid-winter at the Hampton Refine School for Boys.&amp;nbsp;Her approach&amp;nbsp;was ghostly and she left no&amp;nbsp;evidence of her exsistance aside from a trail of footprints in freshly&amp;nbsp;powdered snow that&amp;nbsp;led up to the window of my boarding room. Still holding..</description>
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			<title>The Tunnels of Chicago</title>
			<description>Before writing it: Just felt like writing (: 
I don't have an idea, but am just going to let it come.

Okay I'm finished: It's really rough, but I'll edit shortly. I suppose it's a prologue. </description>
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			<title>The Discrepancies of Society</title>
			<description>A small excerpt of the story. My most proud piece</description>
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