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			<description>Why? Why do you do this? Why do you chase me?Why do you hate me? Why? Why?What have I done, Isn&amp;rsquo;t my love enoughWhy do you hurt me?Why do you haunt me? Do you enjoy it? Is it funny?Why are you laughing&amp;hellip;. Stop itPlease don&amp;rsquo;t&amp;hellip;.Think..</description>
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			<title>Brown</title>
			<description>Brown is a color that is great in my family. Brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin.&amp;nbsp;All different shadesof brown too.Brown that looks like melted milk chocolate, all smooth andlustrous to the beholder&amp;rsquo;s eye.Brown that looks like Grand Canyon rocks, bright in the dayand ..</description>
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			<title>A Screw-Up Like Me</title>
			<description>I hate my life. Period. Don't ask me why but I just do. Well I have a zillion reasons why I hate my life but still don't ask me why. Not only do I hate it but I HATE myself for living this miserable life. Ever since I can remember, all I've known to be is a screw-up, a complete f**k- up, a disappoin..</description>
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