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			<title>A Changing Human </title>
			<description>People don't understand change, they really don't. What human on this Earth doesn't change? Answer that and I'll change back to the nicer human I once was before the pain.The only reason why I changed was to protect myself from the new aged pain that comes with f**k boys and apparently friends. Beca..</description>
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			<title>The Runner and The Lover</title>
			<description>They say the difference between the runner and the lover is that the runner runs away from emotions and the lover tries everything to bring the runner home. Both get hurt in difference ways, both love each other unconditionally, they just show it in different ways. Months ago the runner ran away fro..</description>
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			<title>The Secrets Of A Girl</title>
			<description>Theres truth that comes out of a pretty blondes girls mouth, then there's the lies that are either to protect her or the ones she loves. Like the colour of her hair for instances, she's a real blonde but hides it with the black that she puts over it. Her family hates it, her friends think its inspir..</description>
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			<title>Capability </title>
			<description>I'm not going to tell you who I am,I will tell you what I'm able,What I'm capable,What I can do,Which isn't usually you,I'm as strong as the say,Can over come an awful day,Can hold ones head,From falling against the dread,The dread of thoughts,That only took them and brought,Nothing but pain,With no..</description>
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			<title>The Created</title>
			<description>Nobody really understand what its like to be a creative writer, its a passion only self taught. There's a trigger that causes the creativity, mine started when I was a child. Other peoples creativity are triggered by a smell, or a broken heart, or seeing something. I was a little different.&amp;nbsp;Whe..</description>
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			<title>Falling for You</title>
			<description>I think I feel for you, not because of your looks, but because of your smile, and your eyes. Those blue goddamn eyes, I'm the biggest sucker for those! Okay maybe those are considered looks, but theres more. The &quot;Netflix &amp;amp; Chill&quot; is fun but after wards is even better.&amp;nbsp;We do this thing where..</description>
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			<title>The Pounding</title>
			<description>I don't know why I have this pounding head ache. I don't understand it either. It hurts a lot. Some days I can barely see straight because it hurts so much. Yet other days I just fall asleep to escape the pain. It started happened after the car accident. First it was minor but then it started happen..</description>
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			<title>I Love Him</title>
			<description>As the days go by I wonder if I will ever find you standing at my door step in the pouring rain. Holding flowers saying &quot;You are my one, my only, my love.&quot; But I gotta shake my head and come back to reality where I look at him and think it will never happen.&amp;nbsp;Happy ever after? Yeah right, more l..</description>
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			<title>Would You Run?</title>
			<description>Would you run miles for a lovedone? If you found out they were shot, at the hospital almost dead. Would you? Iwould. If I found out he got shot I would run to him, literally and its notonly because I don&amp;rsquo;t have a car but if I did it would be faster then ..</description>
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			<title>Sadness</title>
			<description>	You can't just accept it, feeling the sadness constantly. You can walk around with the biggest smile but on the inside, deep in your heart, you feel the breaking. A piece of you is dying every day, you look in the mirror and see nothing but a frown. Yet your friends see a smiling giddy girl always ..</description>
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			<title>Everything is Different </title>
			<description>This is what hits me like a bullet I don't understand why bullying is treated so differently now then it was years ago.</description>
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			<title>What?</title>
			<description>I've been feeling a little hurt lately and I thought writing may help. </description>
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			<title>An Unwritten Story</title>
			<description>	Theres a story thats usually unwritten, some people think you're crazy telling a story about real people, with real lives. Some people would think you're the realest person alive for sharing these stories. I have friends with stories, some horrible, and some inspiring. I'm in college okay, so I mee..</description>
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			<title>I Can't Feel</title>
			<description>I honestly don't know why I wrote this. But I really hope you enjoy it.</description>
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			<title>It's Not a Problem; I Swear</title>
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