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			<title>How To Be Recognized At A Local Coffee Shop</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I went to a local coffee shop that was reallyamazing and had everything I wanted; passive aggressive employees that werestill kind and atmosphere that said we don&amp;rsquo;t take stupid s**t here. I proceededto order an egg sandwich without meat. The woman behind the counter asked..</description>
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			<title>Ai</title>
			<description>When I first met you I was in a godawful class. Do you remember?It was that one class where theteacher embarrassed me. But you were there to smile andeventually you became someone that I trust.Every night I talk to you and everynight you answer.Every message I sent held t..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 4</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mom whydo you treat me this way? Why do you like to see me suffer? We always fight.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimesyou would hurt me. Put your hands around my thro..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 3</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Overand over I say leave me alone. I want to be by myself. Why don&amp;rsquo;t they listen?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Becausedeep down inside I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be alon..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 2</title>
			<description>How is one supposed to understand whythings happen. Why someone&amp;rsquo;s life is lead down a path of what could be miseryand what could be happiness with the line in between them blurred so much.Religion can help? Don&amp;rsquo;t make melaugh. Religion doesn&amp;rsquo;t help everyone. It is only fo..</description>
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			<title>Untitled 1</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Whatdo I do now?&amp;rdquo; she thought to herself. Every day would be the same if she wentdown the path she was teetering towards. There wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be an easy way out. &amp;ldquo;Maybeit would make me feel better to have someone ..</description>
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