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			<title>Haunted</title>
			<description>Two years have passed,And i&amp;rsquo;ve thought about the old days rarely.Until now I knew I was fine,Still lying to myself that the insomniac nightsNever existed out of my nightmares.Then one night not too long agoThe packed up memories had finally hit me.I never wanted to rememberThe person I was bac..</description>
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			<title>Heartbroken</title>
			<description>Once in love, Alex's heart was broken by Elissa, the girl she though would never leave her.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>The waiting area was dark and plain with only a picture of its founder, Earl White, on the&amp;nbsp;white&amp;nbsp;wall. The room where I sat alone wasn't very large; it had no windows, a couch and a love seat on the wall opposite the office door. I heard people crying in other waiting rooms down the main h..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>&quot;How does this compared to Seattle?&quot; Tyler asked as we drove into the city, the large buildings loomed overhead with dark clouds around them. For a while the only sound between Tyler and I was the quiet radio playing classical pieces, I recognized a few of them; Sonata in D major, 1812 overture, and..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Tyler Lovell, my first love, my first friend, and the most important person in my life. All the memories from our childhood together came back in the seconds he held me there in the funeral home hallway. I felt the other 39 people's eyes on my back stating at my unnoticeable features.&quot;Who is she?&quot; &quot;..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>I hate planes. Not just the thought of being in one, I hate the concept of them: The take off is heartbreak in a bottle, watching everything that you love get farther and farther away. The landing is hell because you always end up in a place you don't want to be.I'm dreading my landing.I was going h..</description>
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			<title>I Miss Him</title>
			<description>A lost love forming again in the saddest of times. </description>
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