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			<title>I</title>
			<description>She didn't know what to do, so she did the only thing she knew how to do, she turned, and she ran.She ran from the hate, the digusted looks.. From all the people who'd put her down all her life. She ran from her old friends, from the school. She ran home, to her father, the only person who had ever ..</description>
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			<title>Intro.</title>
			<description> She never quite understood why he hated her. She'd never done anything to him, not that she could remember anyway..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Alexis was 14 she got hit by a car, all the doctors doubted her survival. However, she's still alive, at the age of 17 she's still..</description>
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			<title>I'm Sorry</title>
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			<title>I'm Sorry.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She never quite understood why he hated her. She'd never done anything to him, not that she could remember anyway..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When Alexis was 14 she got hit by a car, all the doctors doubted her survival. However, she's sti..</description>
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			<title>.. /:</title>
			<description>This isn't about anybody I know, I got inspired because I remembered a story on the news from a while ago, how could anybody be that fucked up mentally? /:</description>
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			<title>Short story I wrote for English as a freshman.</title>
			<description>Walking&amp;nbsp;through the macabre woods,I seem to hear the beat of somebody elses footsteps. Yet as I turn around, it's only me.Am i going insane?&amp;nbsp;A little faster now, I continue on,Yet now I can't seem to remember where I'm going,Tap..Tap..Tap..I still hear it, why won't it stop..</description>
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