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			<title>Quixotic</title>
			<description>Our love proliferated like a wind arrowAnd we hate narcissism to it's levelMy myopic eyes gather cloud of affectionYour exacting behaviour puts dusk before meGrew with an acrid taste; it was harsh againTo be oblivious is to be forgetful or unawareWipe out the mutual rancor among idle sou..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>This is the beginning of the second chapter, the first will be posted after I go over it again and make some changes. This is where unexplainable things begin to happen.</description>
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			<title>*not decided*</title>
			<description>When an average day starts to have unexpected things begin to happen that aren't explainable. As it goes on it only gets worse for her, wondering why all this is happening.</description>
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