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			<title>Pick Me Up</title>
			<description>The black ink from your pen stained my face as you mercilessly struck me with it. I didn't move. Not because I didn't want to, but because I just couldn't. I shrivelled as you grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. I said nothing. I did nothing. Is that why you were so furious? Because I always remai..</description>
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			<title>The Journey</title>
			<description>My first tryst with writing </description>
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			<title>A Tale</title>
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