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			<title>Devils and angels</title>
			<description>the devils in my headencourage me to do wrongthe angels on the other handtheir words burst out in song&amp;nbsp;Don't do it manyou know it's badyou know what you should dothis constant battle for my mindeach day it starts anew&amp;nbsp;i never know which voice is whothey squabble over everythingover my deci..</description>
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			<title>Scratches</title>
			<description>As i sit in this worn-out chairthe dreadful thoughts i dare not bearscratch marks on this chair of woodthe person once sat there, so misunderstoodtortured, beaten for the answersto questions not even time can tellimagination running wildwas it a man, was it a child?I can't control my emotionsstemmin..</description>
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			<title>The Crash</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I walked from the crashThe willow blows, I'm aloneblinded by the flashit's over son, go home&amp;nbsp;the willow blows, still alonestanding where it happened long agoit's over son, go homeI walk there every day, in rain or snow&amp;nbsp;Standing where it happened so long agothe tragedy haunts me in my..</description>
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			<title>chapter 3</title>
			<description>No sooner had officer Reid pulled his dusty quad car onto the long gravel driveway of my grandparents home in Moses Lake, then they were outside to greet me, fawn over me, and generally disgust me. I must have endured a dozen kisses before my grandma pulled me tight into her chest. Gross! I ..</description>
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			<title>chapter 2</title>
			<description>I wish I could say that the cops showed up in time to catch the bad guys. I wish I could say that my parents survived. I wish I could say these things, but I can't. The cops did show up, and they did manage to find one of the men, the one whose partner left him. He booked down the street sho..</description>
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			<title>1a</title>
			<description>Jake looked up from his computer screen, exhausted. A quick glance at the clock told him in ominous glowing red numbers that it was almost 3 o'clock. &quot;Damn! I should have been asleep hours ago&quot; he muttered to himself as he reached for the power button on his laptop. It was an older model, on..</description>
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			<title>What it takes</title>
			<description>So far, only the first pages.... Seventeen-year old Jake finds himself witness to his parents murder and sets out with survival on his mind and revenge in his heart. </description>
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