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			<title>It was not your strenght </title>
			<description>It was notyour strenghtthat scared meIt was your weakness and the feelingof not knowingwhenit would be methat you wouldpunch throughwith bloody fists, like you didwhen youwrecked a doorin halfIt was notyour strenghtthat scared meIt wasyour lackof self controland the punchesyou would throwso easilyon..</description>
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			<title>Stop</title>
			<description>&quot;Please stop&quot; I begged him over and over while my face drowned in tears.&quot;Please don't be so angry&quot; I pleaded fearfully.&quot;Stop&quot; I whimpered, almost unnoticeable, almost like I knew I would'nt be heard.&quot;Stop crying&quot; he screamed,&quot;You cry all the time&quot;.I felt my strenght leave my body as my knees hit the..</description>
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