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			<title>&quot;...and he could pretend to be okay.&quot;</title>
			<description>Ruined, everything&amp;rsquo;s ruined. This isn't home anymore and it never was. Staring at the ceiling, hands grip green sheets. Around him, the small bedroom remains lifeless, cool in tints of blue. The boy turns on his side, heart beating wildly in his chest, fighting the urge to run away. But with n..</description>
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			<title>The Voice I Never Knew.</title>
			<description>Ruined. &amp;nbsp;Everything was ruined; And always will be. &amp;nbsp;This wasn't home anymore, it never would be.The small bedroom cooled in a tint of blue, as a young boy lay quietly in his bed, &amp;nbsp;fighting the urge to run far away. &amp;nbsp;Like a trapped rat the feeling gnawed at him, he clutched at hi..</description>
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