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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	I was running, it seemed that I always was. Wind blowing across my ears so I couldnt hear anything besides my own heavy breathing, and my heart thudding inside my chest. This was the fun part, this was why i did it, for the thrill. - Dodging through people in black hooded sweatshirts and oversized ..</description>
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			<title>*not known yet*</title>
			<description>Flynn MacNimara grew up in a bad part of Chicago, he makes his living starting fires, he falls in love with an equally questionable woman and it takes a twist towards the end..</description>
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			<title>mind like a weeping willow.</title>
			<description>i was grounded by you for so long, all i used to think about was you. but then when you left, i had to dig up my roots and forget about you. and now i feel like a newly sprouted tree, so ready to be free, but also, my mind doesnt know what to do, without you. </description>
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			<title>you forgot everything when you downed that last bottle. </title>
			<description>i remember the smell of cheap vodka coming out of your mouth and burning my nose as you screamed so hard in my face that you spit. i remember when our eyes locked and i could see that for a second you remembered that you loved me, but you still screamed. i could read your eyes like a book, i saw str..</description>
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			<title>dirty mouths and blackened lungs</title>
			<description>on the last day that you ever kissed me, you asked for a few menthols and said you'd smoke them whenever you missed me. i started smoking reds, because i don't wanna forget the way your mouth tasted those days we spent in your bed. </description>
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