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			<title>Dilated Pupils </title>
			<description> Eyes that hold my own &amp;nbsp;So entrapping So deep So beautiful Like shards of diamond &amp;nbsp;There was a time When the love passing between us Was so real it was almost tangible When it was such a connectionPeople could feel it as they walked by A vibrant light in the dark void of this terrible worl..</description>
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			<title>Denial</title>
			<description>Somewhat a rush job for a psych project, I kind of liked it and figured why not </description>
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			<title>Jacob Pt 1</title>
			<description>Jacobs back ached by the time dusk had arrived. A full day of hard labor, mucking stalls and feeding the horses at dawn followed by the long hours as an apprentice blacksmith. He looked off into the distance, watching as the wind pick up and leaves swirl around his horse Tug&amp;rsquo;s hooves. As he ne..</description>
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			<title>Tim</title>
			<description>A man in prison for 20 years so far talks about his story- how he killed a man at 14. </description>
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			<title>Gut Feelings </title>
			<description>Neil drove home, the tight feeling in his gut getting worse at every passing mile. Cars and lights blended together in that hypnotic way they do on such long and open stretches of highway. His eyes still fixed on the road, he wondered what in the hell could be making him so nervous. Kristy was safe ..</description>
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