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			<title>Life Honestly After, The Undeniable Truth</title>
			<description> Life is happening. I stood as a living breathing participant of it. Life after disease, after abuse, after good and bad relationships, after economic growth and disadvantage. </description>
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			<title>Life Honestly After, The Undeniable Truth</title>
			<description>Life Honestly after---is a rollercoaster of events. I am rising to the occasion in acceptance of those things I can not change. However making steps to change those I can. What will you do?&quot; </description>
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			<title>Chapter 2 Home Swee Home</title>
			<description>Joy expresses concerns about re-entering society and returning home to her life as a mother and business owner...</description>
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			<title>Blind But Still I See...</title>
			<description>Chapter One. Joy awakes after three weeks of unconsiousness...</description>
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			<title>My Nemesis The Birth of Leliel Andras</title>
			<description>When a series of catastrophic events open Pandora&amp;rsquo;s box, Joy falls prey to the seduction of  psychotherapy drugs. She awakes to find herself strapped to a bed, afraid of her own reflection.
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