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			<title>Baby Soldier's Goodbye</title>
			<description>a baby living with cerebral palsy</description>
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			<title>His Light Eyes</title>
			<description>a story about learning to communicate with my young son</description>
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			<title>Her Eyes</title>
			<description>My daughter, my best friend...</description>
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			<title>Listen to the words I am not saying</title>
			<description>going through a divorce and trying to find love, but will not let go of the past because of the dysfunctional relationship she had with her husband, she was codependent. </description>
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			<title>When the butterflies stoped fluttering</title>
			<description>&quot;divorce is a hard thing to go through in life, especially because I grew up with that person&quot;</description>
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			<title>Dad please hold my hand</title>
			<description>a child who see's the pain</description>
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			<title>The greatest risk I have ever taken</title>
			<description>The greatest risk that you ever tookIs it better to have loved and lost the have never loved at all? Well that question is kind of hard to answer because if I had not found the love that I did I would be something big today not an ex pill popper, and definitely not push people that love me away like..</description>
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			<title>Teach me to be a man Mommy</title>
			<description>single parenting and raising boys with their daddy not around.</description>
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			<title>One in a million</title>
			<description>One in a Million</description>
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			<title>Who's that girl?</title>
			<description>Who&amp;rsquo;s that Girl?&amp;nbsp;When she walked out of her band class, Laylaalways seemed to have all her classmates want to follow her and ask her whereshe was going. She was beautiful with long dark hair and a 100 watt smile tomatch her hazel eyes. Her skin was fair and she was only a fr..</description>
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			<title>Hiding behind a smile</title>
			<description>The painful journey of a young woman who literally lost her mind because she loved a man too much. The experiences of mental disorders, disassociation disorder, avoidance...</description>
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			<title>He wants to be young when his father gets out</title>
			<description>A story about a young boy whose father goes to prison and he starts growing up without his father in his life. He has so much inner anger and frustration with his mother.</description>
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