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			<title>Chapter 6</title>
			<description>Chapter 6&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Summers bore me. We do the samethings every day. When my oldest sisters here we have to watch music videos allday. Life is boring. Life is really hard. I dream of all the shows I watch.Almost as if I&amp;rsquo;m in..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 5</title>
			<description>Chapter 5&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I love school. Everyone tells me Iam so smart. But not the way they tell the other kids. There not smiling andpatting me on the shoulder. They look at me like they found there lost keys.Such relief and apprecia..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 4</title>
			<description>Chapter 4&amp;ldquo;I can&amp;rsquo;t breathe! I can&amp;rsquo;t breathe! I need to get out ofhere!&amp;rdquo; I am gasping for air. My lungs fill tight. I am sweating, all sense outthe window&amp;hellip;literally. My brothers and sisters hollering for me to calm down.Trying to tackle me to keep me still...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 3</title>
			<description>Chapter 3&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Twonegatives make a positive. That&amp;rsquo;s science. This is real life. I mean life inour domain. Those rules don&amp;rsquo;t apply here. Instead we get a random variations ofthose negatives and name them. These are..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Chapter Two&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Everyone hasa purpose. I tend to see people take that in a positive way much of the time.Not the case. The only way light can exist is if the darkness follows. Just asGood can only exist if Evil is behind it...</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; O&amp;rsquo; the great na&amp;iuml;ve of a child. Evenas I look back now I envy my childhood. Not because it was the absolutegreatest, but because it was all I knew. I had no life experiences yet. Noreason to not thi..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>PrologueAs the seasons change so do I. Some last longer than others,some shine brighter than the gloomy ones&amp;hellip;some giving more life than the onesthat take away. Unlike the seasons though, there is no pre-determined time forthese changes in life. You cannot prepare, you cannot emb..</description>
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			<title>Broken Pieces</title>
			<description>Good, bad and ugly. This is my life. Take what you can from it. I hope you can feel what it was like. To sit in live in my domain.</description>
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