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			<title>Once again</title>
			<description> A young teenage girl is heartbroken once again from being being used for her beauty and popularity
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			<title>You Wonder Why</title>
			<description>This is a poem about America. I wrote this in 6th grade. The prompt was why I love America.</description>
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			<title>Holding it in</title>
			<description>This is what my teacher calls a flash fiction piece. It is about a girl who is living a fake life to be popular. BUT, this piece doesn't tell you the whole story, but instead leaves you in suspense.</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1: Dying</title>
			<description>	My eyes fluttered open as I made out the piercing beeping of the monitor. Groaning, I struggled to sit up in the scratchy loose hospital gown. The IV in my arm kept pulling against me when I moved, causing me to wince at the excruciating pain it had given me. My eyes..</description>
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			<title>Prolouge</title>
			<description>	She stood there, not aware of what to do, unable to move. She opened her dry, chapped lips to attempt to let out a scream. But this time, she didn't hear her usual medium pitched loud voice, there was only silence. Fear rolled across her motionless face, copying the ..</description>
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			<title>Last Chance to Live</title>
			<description>Can 15-year old Cali Johnson experience her dream of true love, before she dies of her inoperable brain tumor?</description>
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