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			<title>Her Brother </title>
			<description>Her BrotherWalking down the stairs, I immediately feel a ball of lead settle in my stomach. Something is wrong. The lights shouldn't be off when my baby sister Veronika is downstairs, and I don't hear her moving around. I take the rest of the stairs two at a time, almost slipping, and feel around th..</description>
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			<title>The Morning After </title>
			<description>The Morning AfterThe morning after I killed myself I had a flat stomach when I woke up. I was drowning in my sweatshirt. My head lifted off the pillow and I took in the room I was laying in, and the mat on the floor I was laying on. I wasn't allowed to go to my room yet, I had piercings in; I could ..</description>
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