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			<title>him</title>
			<description>His skin is soft. His hair is long. His smile is&amp;nbsp;beautiful. My heart skips a beat every time he touches me. He rubs my cheek. He kisses my lips. What more could i ask for... for me to be his and for him to be mine. It is all i ask of him. Is that to much? He says he loves me. Is he honest?</description>
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			<title>Maya</title>
			<description>My name is Maya. Imdead. I have been for three years now. Today is January 26th.Exactly three years ago I was alive I had eaten pancakes and bacon forbreakfast that day&amp;hellip; my favorite. I hear my mom and my sister Emily. They mustbe here visiting my grav..</description>
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