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			<title>Favorite Memory?</title>
			<description> I was asked what my favorite memory was. But when I sit here and think about it, a million memories cloud my brain. Yet all of them are with you. I miss walking up the stairs of your apartment, knowing that you&amp;rsquo;ll be right around the corner, sitting on the tan, mystery stained couch. As I wal..</description>
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			<title>Dear Depression, </title>
			<description>I used to think you helped me, made me feel safer. Its like you were my shadow, went with me wherever I may have gone. I would walk through the streets trusting everyone, and listened to you when you said to let go. I thought that by doing this, it would make me happy, keeping my heart from breaking..</description>
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			<title>The Last Goodbye. </title>
			<description>The rain pours down on my face, as I watch the game from the bleachers. I put on my hoodie, zip it up, and put the hood over my face. Even through the thick fabric, I get goosebumps. Everyone around me is chanting, and I suddenly get a sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. I&amp;rsquo;m the only one wh..</description>
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