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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>It was the first quiet night he had in months. In this smallwindow of time he would lie in bed wondering and wishing. Wondering if his lovewould reach her. If the pain he felt from being away from her was a feeling shecould share. Wishing he could hold her, kiss her soft pink lips, and see her..</description>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>She was lost. Never completely able to understand why she was lost or why she couldn&amp;rsquo;t find what made her whole. She just wants to know who she is and where it is that she would belong. Her practical mind would tell her to go the &amp;lsquo;safe&amp;rsquo; route, while the part of her mind that longed..</description>
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			<title>I'm Using You</title>
			<description>As the romantic atmosphere became ever more present between the two, their hearts grew louder with every second. Unconsciously the two drifted closer together, when their hands grazed one another, the boy seized his opportunity to interlock his fingers with hers. Hiding his blushed covered face he r..</description>
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