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			<title>Seven Years</title>
			<description>Even though time heals all,January is the saddest month&amp;nbsp;above all.Seven New Year's.Seven cold, dark winters.Seven days of each&amp;nbsp;heartbreaking, soul-crushing, devastating week.And somehow,Even though there is a world between us.I still find myself mourning,The month that once defined us.Seve..</description>
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			<title>Assumptions</title>
			<description>You take from meAll the words I spoke for youTwist them; Use them; Bury themTo watch my heart drag beneath&amp;nbsp;your shoesYet my soul has foundEvery beat in the groundAnd now,You're lost because of meI take from youAll the&amp;nbsp;assumptions you had of meHold them; Crush them; Toss themTo watch your p..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>Four Years Later&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Idon&amp;rsquo;t care what people tell you. Your heart does not beat for someone else. Itdoes not rapidly pulsate beneath your chest. It actually&amp;hellip;stops. The blo..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>I knew that if she stared at me for too long, my heart wouldspontaneously combust. Then again, if I anticipate it, I guess my heart wouldcombust willingly. It&amp;rsquo;s so hard to function beneath her jaded eyes. How can oneperson have such a hold on me? She lifts me. Higher than I have ..</description>
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			<title>She's a Willow in Full Bloom</title>
			<description>Although we strive to gain the greatest kind of love, some of us are not as lucky. Grayson Evers discovers the truth in love and just how heartbreaking the journey is to find it.</description>
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