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			<title>Freak</title>
			<description>On my way home, I was ableto pull myself together. It had been almost two years since my daddied, and even talking about him still would get upset me. My momwanted me to see a therapist, but I refused. Not that there isanything wrong with going to therapy, I just didn&amp;rsquo;t want to talk to..</description>
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			<title>The Alternative</title>
			<description>It was my first day ofsenior year. I remember how much I was dreading it. That year Ididn&amp;rsquo;t get to attend Astoria High School like everyone else. I waspretty much forced to go to Astoria&amp;rsquo;s alternative school. I knowwhat you are thinking. Alternative school? Isn&amp;rsquo;t that where..</description>
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			<title>Let It Rayne</title>
			<description> &quot;Life is not about waiting for the Storm to Pass. It's about learning to Dance in the Rain&quot;</description>
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