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			<title>Belonging </title>
			<description>it was during the lowest point of my life&amp;nbsp;you remind me,&amp;nbsp;brushing your thumb&amp;nbsp;over my shaking hands,&amp;nbsp;&quot;You don't need to explain your life to anyone. It belongs to you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;you helped me&amp;nbsp;put myself back together&amp;nbsp;I will never forget&amp;nbsp;and I will always regret&amp;nbsp;not..</description>
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			<title>Summertime </title>
			<description>The tragedy of Summertime </description>
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			<title>EYES</title>
			<description>A love disappeared just as fast as it appeared. </description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 5	Darkness surrounded my whole figure, threatening to seize my entire existence. The sensation of floating swifted throughout my body. I was engulfed in a state of confusion and odd satisfactory, not comprehending what was going on at the moment. 	Maybe I&amp;rsquo;m in heaven I thought to mysel..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 4	I couldn&amp;rsquo;t get the burned memory of what I had just seen out of my head. The explosion from the Wall, the man, everything that had just happened seemed as if it was just a nightmare.Maybe this is just a dream I thought. Maybe I just have to snap out of it. I tried pinching myself, ev..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 3 	My ears adjusted to the bounded RING RING RING that echoed throughout the town. I already knew my mom got upset at me earlier today for being late for the Pledge, so I figure it would be smart not be late for DTA. 	I raced upstairs to my room once again and admittingly opened my closet. I..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>CHAPTER 2 I charged into the kitchen and grabbed whatever I could. I don&amp;rsquo;t know why, but I&amp;rsquo;m extra hungry this morning. Along with a cup of orange juice, I made my way upstairs into my room.I collapsed on to my snow-covered king size bed and devoured my so called &amp;ldquo;breakfast&amp;rdquo;...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1 </title>
			<description>CHAPTER 1I woke up to the sound of the morning horn. My eyes revealed themselves to the shimmering outbreak of sun that snuck into my bedroom. I groaned with all ounces of grogginess and tiredness that I had inside of me. The only thing I wanted to do right now was just lay down in my bed and think...</description>
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			<title>The Outbreakers</title>
			<description>The war was lost, and so was all hope. The world has split into two different groups and power is forever lost. Can these five strangers save their worlds and revive the peace that was once forgotten?</description>
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