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		<description>The original writings of author BlueSpottedTail</description>
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			<title>1:40am - 04/07/17</title>
			<description>I'm archiving my old writing, so these are the words of a teenager.

At the top of the page I wrote - 'it's night time and I'm sad'</description>
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			<title>The One After the First Three </title>
			<description>This is old</description>
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			<title>Always On</title>
			<description>Car headlights pass over me but I swear they're spotlights-Who do you think that was?Maybe it was her,&amp;nbsp;glaring.What would she even look like now?Would she even see me?D'you thin-Okay stop that now.Put one foot in front of the other-Head down, don't look like you're staring-But head up, don't le..</description>
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			<title>Would It Help?</title>
			<description>I don't trust myself around anyone new.&amp;nbsp;I don't trust myself not to hurt anyone else.&amp;nbsp;I must have a talent-how else would I have done it again&amp;nbsp;and again&amp;nbsp;and again&amp;nbsp;And I've never known anyone else to do what I can do:&amp;nbsp;a new friend(the most amazing people were dropped..</description>
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			<title>Reassembly</title>
			<description>What they all had in common was that they stood thereand looked at melike I mattered&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and that crushed me,..</description>
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