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			<title>Will Tear Me Apart...</title>
			<description>Misinformation.Obsession.Abuse.&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s just dinner, Vinnie. Get a grip,&amp;rdquo; I muttered to myself, inhaling a deepbreath and holding it in until my insides filled with pressure and I was forcedto release. A yawn escaped its way between my lips and I rubbed my jaw withan..</description>
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			<title>Because She Deserved It</title>
			<description>Short Story for a Contest :)</description>
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			<title>Chapter One: Her Dreams</title>
			<description>Her footsteps patted through the rain, walking in a slow fluid motion. She was umbrella free, not seeming to mind that and found no shelter from the growing downpour. Why, Why, Why? She thought over in her head. An image flashed by quickly but she ignored it like the other times. Him, Him, Him&amp;h..</description>
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			<title>The Withering Rose</title>
			<description>I really was going to make this a One-Shot, but I thought I could create it into something more... memorable.</description>
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			<title>Because This Life...</title>
			<description>Apologies.Assumptions.Redemption.Awkward silences aren&amp;rsquo;t something I&amp;rsquo;m completely in tunewith. It&amp;rsquo;s either a demanding quiet, or just a place where people love to feelthe sounds around them rather than the constant chit chat of others. But thisheavy blanket of..</description>
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			<title>And Forget His Face...</title>
			<description>Sometimes the scariest things you experience, are the ones worth the most in life...</description>
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			<title>Leave This World...</title>
			<description>When you&amp;rsquo;re sleeping, you don&amp;rsquo;t think about the moments that are going to happen after you wake up. You just dream. When you daydream, you don&amp;rsquo;t focus on the people who will be studying you with an odd expression like you&amp;rsquo;ve totally gone insane; until you snap out of it..</description>
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			<title>Maybe I Can...</title>
			<description>I stumbled upon the steps of the stage with blank indifference. My tangled, dry hair rubbed irritably against my face, so I was trying to blow it away without any real success. My eyes drifted downward to my feet which were once a sweet caramel color, only to be coated with debris and stains..</description>
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			<title>The Pleasure of Sinning</title>
			<description>Vinnie is 17, lost and confused. Bound to a forbidden world, she tries everything she can to become free again. But love seems to be an obstacle she can't win against.</description>
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