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			<title>Scars</title>
			<description>When I was younger, I never imagined my body to look the way it does now. Rather, I remember telling myself that I would be thinner, I would be prettier, I would learn how to do my makeup and I would learn how to make it look as if I had always been that way. I knew I would have acne pop up every no..</description>
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			<title>The Room</title>
			<description>How much longer can I walk this road alone?You told me you would follow, but I guess I should&amp;rsquo;ve knownYou were only there to push me, deep in a locked roomOnly filled with flames and an unavoidable noose.I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to start thisI didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to careBut what else is there to doWh..</description>
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			<title>In The Moment</title>
			<description>Exposed.Contaminated.Filthy.I can&amp;rsquo;t get my skin to stop crawling from the touch of your hands.Hide.I must hide away from the view of the world because I&amp;rsquo;m scared that if a single person sees even the slightest glimpse of me they will be able to tell just how dirty I really am.Black.Blue...</description>
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			<title>Call Me Home</title>
			<description>Itold myself that it would get better; that he loved me; that the goodoutweighed the bad inside of him. Going up to his door, I prayed that todaywould be a good day and that maybe tomorrow would be too. Deep inside, I canfeel the dread snake up from the bottom of my stomach and wrap itself a..</description>
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			<title>The Final Battle</title>
			<description>I am dressed in pink with my hair wavy and my make-up fixed up but the tears are dissolving all of it. The darkness has gripped my heart again and I know now that pink is only temporary and flowing gowns and light footsteps are lies. Each battle I fight, people tell me that they are here but once th..</description>
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