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		<description>The original writings of author princess sarcasm</description>
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			<title>Tainted</title>
			<description>Earlier in the year I had to enter an antihero piece into a contest. I don't know if I did a very good job at portraying what an antihero is, but this was my attempt.</description>
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			<title>the seasons with you.</title>
			<description>i was in love once and this love was like the seasons.</description>
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			<title>jack.</title>
			<description>because being in love with someone that doesn't love you back sucks..</description>
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			<title>where childhood ends.</title>
			<description>growing up is a s****y thing.</description>
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			<title>facade.</title>
			<description>not everything lasts forever, even if you think it will..</description>
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			<title>one</title>
			<description>Galloway Hills, Massachusetts - Thursday April 25, 2013 2:10 PM&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The streets of the quiet suburban town shook violently; parents gathered their children and rushed into their homes. No one knew what was going on. No one knew what awaited them. Soldiers dressed in white marched down roads ..</description>
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			<title>Central </title>
			<description>A world with out pain, with out emotion, with out anything that could cause a burden is said to be a perfect world. Nothing is perfect for long. </description>
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