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		<description>The original writings of author cocochoco</description>
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			<title>Life Sucks</title>
			<description>this isn't about, me. or anyone, really, just a story about two kids, bleeding their heart out to you.
diary-like form.</description>
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			<title>Love</title>
			<description>Dear Kito,		You have seen me multiple times in your life- loving family members, loving someone outside of family and maybe loving your job, your critters/animals- anything that could ever be loved. There isn't much about me other than that I can not be your friend, I can not help you and you can't ..</description>
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			<title>Time</title>
			<description>Dear Kito,	I am Time. That thing beside Death, and love. I'm the one who makes it possible for one to be live, I'm the one who makes it possible for one to witness love in their life, I'm the one who makes it possible for one to have a chance at making a new life, and I'm the one who knows when it's..</description>
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			<title>Death</title>
			<description>Dear Kito,	I am Death.&amp;nbsp;I am that thing in the corner of your soul just waiting.I am that thing that hurts your loved ones.&amp;nbsp;I am that thing that is not your friend.I am more of ally to you. Don't ever think that I'll ever help you.I don't choose when you die- that's up to time- you also can..</description>
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			<title>Hands</title>
			<description>	I was adopted June 23 2000. The people who adopted me were a little too kind: When we got to their house they gave me a bath, dinner and a little bit of snacks after dinner. They had one son (which I slept in the same room with), they set up a bed on the floor for me. In the morning, my parents and..</description>
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