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			<title>a secret</title>
			<description>there&amp;rsquo;s a secret i havei can&amp;rsquo;t tell you what it is,but i can tell you it&amp;rsquo;s strangeand it&amp;rsquo;s very much about you.i have this fondnessfor all the things you doand the only thing i seem to noticeis you, you, you, you.i can&amp;rsquo;t get you out of my mindi don&amp;rsquo;t know what to ..</description>
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			<title>How do I Unkill Myself?</title>
			<description>I took the pills late last night, and they made me feel good and fuzzy, and then suddenly very very tired. I knew that this would happen, so I simply fell into a sleep that I thought I wouldn't wake up from. But apparently it was just my body that wouldn't be waking up.Well, I woke up in the morgue...</description>
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			<title>Chance Encounters</title>
			<description>Life is hectic and husbands are stupid. That is the conclusion that I came to when I woke up at 11;30 at night to my husband's rather loud snoring. I groaned, trying to muffle the noise by putting a pillow over my ears, but my efforts were fruitless. It was still the same relentlessly loud snoring a..</description>
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			<title>Secrets in the Shadows</title>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>This day started off like every other day I have experienced. My alarm went off extremely early, I dressed in my school uniform, and drove myself to school.My blue 2014 Chrystler 300 hummed to life as I began the slow decent from my steep driveway. My mother wished me a good day at school, and my ..</description>
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			<title>Nirvana</title>
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			<title>Almost</title>
			<description>I started this story the day that my best friend (Cole in the story) wasn't at school because he was sick. That was a week ago yesterday. This is what I imagined happening if we were closer.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/blxckrose/1531920/</link>
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			<title>A Child</title>
			<description>This is a little free-write I did a while ago to get my creative juices flowing. Don't mind if it's horrible.</description>
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