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			<title>New chances </title>
			<description>Thoughts about moving on from a toxic relationship that destroyed my confidence. </description>
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			<title>Pulling myself together</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s nothing I can&amp;rsquo;t handle!&amp;rdquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve told myself this many times. There have been times I have felt like my entire world crumbled in a matter of days. On one occasion, I discovered my live-in boyfriend had cheated, got rejected from nursing school, and was faced wi..</description>
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			<title>Thought</title>
			<description>We are laying in bed. He grabs my hand and laces his fingers with him. I silently breath a sigh of relief under my breath. This is a sign, I tell myself, he wants to be close. In the morning I wake up, hot and sweaty. His shirt I threw on the night before is sticking to my back. I roll over, wil..</description>
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			<title>S</title>
			<description>He motioned me to follow him through the open door. We walked outside inside the sunlight, I was two steps behind him. &amp;ldquo;Hey!&amp;rdquo; He pulled my chin up to make me look at him, something I had trying very carefully to avoid doing. &amp;ldquo;HEY!&amp;rdquo; He said, again. &amp;ldquo;Yeah?&amp;rdquo; ..</description>
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			<title>Entitled Men part one</title>
			<description>As soon as I saw him, I knew. He had that entitled, self-serving smile and over- confident air. &amp;ldquo;Rebekah, right? So nice to meet you.&amp;rdquo; He flashed unnaturally white teeth and pulled me in for an unwanted hug, his hand lingering on my lower back. My heart sank, the slightest bit of sic..</description>
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			<title>Adam</title>
			<description>Memories</description>
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