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			<title>unexcused</title>
			<description>Well excuse the f**k outta me. Maybe if my daughter took more responsibility for her life instead of blaming other people she would be more successful. How dare you&amp;nbsp;There is no confronting someone who has no comprehensive ability nor any desire to learn about the effects or influence their acti..</description>
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			<title>entirely possible</title>
			<description>It is entirely possible to love someone and completely hate them at the same time. Its extremely painful to feel this way. It&amp;rsquo;s a never ending battle between emotions, literally a war against opposing sides of your heart. &amp;nbsp;I cannot stop overthinking, over analyzing every little god damn t..</description>
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			<description>Almost every hurtful memory I have stems from a woman named Sandra. I don&amp;rsquo;t know much about her but I have a rather interesting list of traits for her written in my mind. She is a beautiful woman, the kind that all men want to impress, and that all women are jealous of. She is confident, but o..</description>
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			<title>~~~~ undecided pt 2 </title>
			<description>Where the f**k am I? My head pounds, my eyes burn, and there is the faint smell of vomit lingering in my nose. I sit up begudgingly and look around with one eye open. Caroline's apartment.S**t, I guess everyone left. I stumble around trying to gather anything that I think belongs to me.  I not..</description>
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			<title>~~~~ undecided </title>
			<description>&quot;Hey daddy! Look at me, look at me!&quot; Why isn't he watching? I pedal faster&quot;Daaaaaad over here! Look at what I can do!&quot;I love to ride my bike. Its like having my very own car. Except I never have to get any of that smelly gas stuff to keep it going. All I need is my legs and I can go anywhere..</description>
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			<title>Half Lady Bug Half Fire Ant</title>
			<description>A start to a memoir I have been dreaming of writing. I decided to write this as more of a novel with two different view points. That of a little girl and that of a young woman.</description>
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