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			<title>Mommy lives in the dark</title>
			<description>Darkness can be more than just hidden secrets and scary memories.</description>
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			<title>My daughter's friend</title>
			<description>He plays with her and tells her things. Bad things</description>
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			<title>Hiding in the darkness</title>
			<description>I woke up to see a dark figure standing at the edge of my bed. For what seemed like hours we stared at each other. His black emotionless face seemed to memorize me, It was like I couldn't move. After what seemed to be like eternity he tilted his head ever so slightly and I saw it. Out of the corner ..</description>
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			<title>Sorrow</title>
			<description>There she sat. Her bright pink eyes staring at the harsh rain pounding on her cardboard roof as the bitter cold wind tangle her golden brown hair and biting her skin through her thin rags. She wrapped the dirty old sheet around her tighter and squeezed her small bear closer to her body. &quot;Mama. I am ..</description>
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