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			<title>Amazing..</title>
			<description>Hands that have touched so many..even when they weren't in reach...Eyes that have seen the WORLD, that saw through my SOUL, without knowing I existed..His face,&amp;nbsp;chiseled&amp;nbsp;to his own personal variation of perfection..He was a work of art.He used his own body as his canvas..A voice that gave ..</description>
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			<title>The death of a pop legend...[OBSESSED GIRL PART 3]</title>
			<description>It was June 25th 2009 the day my life forever changed. (With that date, and with the help of Google, I'm sure you'll be able to guess who my Pop star is..)I'm going to be honest and tell you the truth.Life had taken a horrible turn for me...I was expelled from my high school for trying to be impress..</description>
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			<title>A new chapter...[OBSESSED GIRL PART 2]</title>
			<description>Eventually I guess I grew out of the then, innocent, obsession with the pop star. Well, at least I'd like to think that. Another part of me thinks that I just got tired of being called a 'Pedo-Lover' which was something I hated because I didn't believe that he was a pedo, nor did I love a pedo.&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<title>The Beginning..[OBSESSED GIRL PART 1]</title>
			<description>*This is a story based on true events in my life.If I remember it correctly, it was the summer going into 6th grade. &amp;nbsp;I honestly have no recollection of the moment I first laid eyes on him, listened to his music, or the moment I first read an article on him. I just remember making those trips b..</description>
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