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			<title>I'm Not Ready</title>
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			<title>He Is My Monster</title>
			<description>My anxiety wakes me at 7 am everyday,&amp;nbsp;He holds me hostage in bed&amp;nbsp;Pries my eyes open&amp;nbsp;Projects these scenes onto my wallsHe Forces me to remember memoriesI don't want to visitI lay there staring up at the ceiling&amp;nbsp;Replaying old conversations&amp;nbsp;Different endings to each one&amp;nbsp;W..</description>
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			<title>Out-Going</title>
			<description>When I was fourteen I was diagnosed with anxiety and depressive disordersI was taught a coping mechanism that was said to never fail me.I was given a prescription for medication and a happier future.I was told sweet lies that everything would be better from now on,That in five years&amp;nbsp;this would ..</description>
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			<title>423 Days</title>
			<description>The first time he ever told me he loved me it was September 18, 2012.&amp;nbsp;We were on the couch and it was the first time we had seen each other in a year.He had told me three months before, June 10, 2012,&amp;nbsp;I would never be anything more than his best friend.Twelve days after that, June 22, 2012..</description>
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			<title>Unprepared</title>
			<description>May 17, 2014.&quot;I'm starting to fall for you.&quot;I don't think any set of wordshave ever scared me so much.It frightened me to know that this,You and I,was actually happening.That someone wasn'tseeing me for the broken little girl I am,but for the girl I want to be,and am trying to be.Never did I think a..</description>
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			<title>Confrontation</title>
			<description>April 25, 2014Someone asked me today,&amp;nbsp;If I still had feelings for you. &amp;nbsp;It took every ounce I had to tell them no.My heart was screaming, shouting;Yes.Begging for me to cry,And admit I still love you.But instead I said no.And my voice cracked.And she noticed.&amp;nbsp;</description>
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