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		<description>The original writings of author Inertia</description>
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			<title>Unleashed</title>
			<description>A description of the catharsis of FINALLY being able to let go.</description>
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			<title>She, Vile</title>
			<description>Flash of alter-ego.  </description>
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			<title>The Lost Ones</title>
			<description>Just a small tribute to something we often forget to be grateful for.</description>
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			<title>The Guardian</title>
			<description>It can come from a song, from a poem, from a few words from a loved one or a complete stranger.  And it can remind you why you are, that you do have a reason to be.</description>
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			<title>Chapter I</title>
			<description>A shaky first chapter that I will definitely be heavily editing or rewriting later; it's an idea I've wanted to work on for a long time, and I couldn't wait to get started.  </description>
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			<title>Vindico</title>
			<description>A beast of Hell is wrongfully banished to the mortal world to live disguised as a man.  </description>
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			<title>Two</title>
			<description>That stranger who catches your eye...</description>
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			<title>She and I</title>
			<description>She and I go hand in hand,We think similar thoughtsAnd smile the same smile.We wear the same clothesAnd laugh the same laugh.We&amp;rsquo;ve even been knownTo breathe the same breaths.But she and I are very different.Her moods are a hand clutching the chains of my..</description>
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			<title>The Commotion, I. </title>
			<description>Just a blurb...nothing special.  An expression of the creeping-on of neurosis.  </description>
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