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			<title>Cold</title>
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			<title>Who Knew </title>
			<description>Why does love cripple you ? </description>
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			<title>Getting Out </title>
			<description>Riley, I never liked that name every much. Isabelle, or Dahlia, names that make boys jump. Thoseare names, names I would have gladly taken over Riley. I roll off my bedannoyed, because I can hear my mother about to knock on my door. The paper-thinwalls of ou..</description>
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			<title>Butterflies </title>
			<description>I never knew anybody like him; He gives me looks that make butterflies The warm kind of butterflies that stay in your stomach wayto longBut I want to be filled with something else &amp;nbsp;When he caresses me; it&amp;rsquo;s my back he touches so slowly..</description>
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