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			<title>it got better</title>
			<description>t was the worst time of my life, but it got better. SSDD scenario, same s****y situation, same predictable outcome, but a different human. We were out of money, rent was due in a week, and our cupboards were completely bare. The familiar feeling of despair, anger, and abandonment set in within an ho..</description>
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			<title>Nobody told me.</title>
			<description>midnight musings of a teenage romantic</description>
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			<title>Withered</title>
			<description>The roses have wilted.The violets are dead.I'm no longer scared Of the voices in my head.The daisies are blackenedThe tulips are rottingAnd I guess I deserved Everything that I've gottenYet it's still not enoughThe pain hasn't ended.And then I met youAnd my world was upende..</description>
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			<title>I am the Misery Child</title>
			<description>The miserable ramblings of a 17 year old</description>
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