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			<title>Galaxies</title>
			<description>There are lots of other galaxies other than oursWe were all put in this galaxy and on this Earth for a reasonWe all have a purpose in lifeSome may have found it all ready&amp;nbsp;But some may be searching stillIn the end you did something with a purposeIf you are depressed,stressed,have anxiety,or any ..</description>
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			<title>There's a Monster</title>
			<description>There's a monsterIt follows me everywhere I goI don't know how to control itIt's there one second but leaves the next secondIt always comes backThe pain it gives me is excruciatingIt gives me emptiness and sorrow&amp;nbsp;This monster's name is depressionThere's a monster</description>
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			<title>Chapter 2</title>
			<description>	When Kyle told me what happened my heart sunk. I couldn't believe this was happening. &amp;nbsp;When we arrived at the hospital it didn&amp;rsquo;t seem real. I remember the first time I laid my eyes on her, my mom, I looked away as fast as I could. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t look at her stiff body; all I kept looki..</description>
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			<title>Chapter 1</title>
			<description>This past summer has been the worst summer of my life. It all started when I got home from school ready to start summer. I had just finished my 8th grade year and I was excited to finally be in High School. When I walked in I was starting to do my normal routine: dropping my backpack by the door, ta..</description>
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			<title>This is me</title>
			<description>Anna Smith a 9th grader at Brookville High has never felt like she fit in. Living with a drunk, abusive father that blames her for the death of Anna&amp;rsquo;s mother and going to a school where she feels trap</description>
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