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			<title>Book One: Clarissa</title>
			<description>							 Book 1: The BeginningsEver since I can remember, I have been able to understand people on a much deeper level than others. Some call it being sensitive, I call it being observant. Every night my mother would tuck me into bed and say goodnight before heading to her own room to sle..</description>
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			<title>Stories of the Grave</title>
			<description>This is a story about a boy who is plagued by sounds and voices all of his life. He is determined to find their origin, and finds himself late one night in a local gaveyard speaking with the dead. </description>
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			<title>What She Does for Me</title>
			<description>What she does for me She helps me to be strongerSo I can truly see That I am something special That's what she does for me And when I'm lacking courage She simply holds the key To unlock my potential That's what she does for me She does it with no effortShe lives so gracefullyShe leaves me standing ..</description>
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			<title>Waves</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;WavesShe sat there and looked intentlyIn the place she was known to adoreHer mind would endlessly wanderAs waves crashed up on the shoreI grab her hand and ask herof the face that she silently wore..</description>
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			<title>Midnight Thoughts</title>
			<description> &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Midnight ThoughtsSitting in silence connected by thoughtas they sat and gazed at the skyThere in that field unexpectedly taughtthe lessons on how to get byBlue turned to red and stars would appearshared stories that never were ..</description>
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