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			<title>between loving and leaving</title>
			<description>thoughts on heartbreak by a 16 year old girl</description>
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			<title>tip toes</title>
			<description>cold, wet grass beneath our feet was the dance floor and the forceful november wind was the elegant music surrounding us. my ballgown was an oversize pajama shirt and your hands and lips were the only accessories i had. dancing was never my forte, but with you, i felt like a dancing queen.</description>
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			<title>apart</title>
			<description>calling you at 2am seems like a good idea until my phone is in my hand and your number is dialed and i'm always so close to pressing the button and holding my phone to my ear but i know you won't answer and because you don't want to talk to me. the realization of you not loving me settles in my bone..</description>
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			<title>ten days, seven hours, twenty-seven minutes, twenty-three seconds after.</title>
			<description>I don't understand how he moved on so fast and I don't understand where to begin fixing myself.</description>
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