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			<title>When a touch isn't just a touch</title>
			<description>To some a touch is just a touch.A shake of hands with a new acquaintance.A hug between close friends.A kiss shared with love.Even the feeling of anothers hands on their bare hips.&amp;nbsp;But to some a touch is remembering the slamming doors that left them shaking behind locked doors.The overbearing sc..</description>
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			<title>An open letter to my mother </title>
			<description>Momma, I love you.&amp;nbsp;Momma, I hate you.&amp;nbsp;Momma, I don't know what to think.&amp;nbsp;One day you reward me with laughter and a gentle reminder of how life used to be,&amp;nbsp;But the next you remind me why I keep your smile as a memory.&amp;nbsp;Baring teeth. Ripping skin. Your screams remind me of a wo..</description>
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