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			<title>The House That Built Me</title>
			<description>The strangest sensation is not recognizing your own touch. It is almost as if a stranger has set your house on fire with you mesmerized by the way the wallpaper melts. But I am not a house. I am a forest caressed by rain. I cannot feel the knives of myself because I have carried her much too high. I..</description>
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			<title>This Love I Cannot Breathe</title>
			<description>This is not a love story. I am not the damsel who found herself inside the rib-cage of a stoic and blank-faced man. This is an evolution. I was born into the expectations set for me but I am not a wounded animal caught in the entrapment of a society not ready for me. I cannot tell you how he set me ..</description>
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