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			<description>so what changed between then and now?you said you loved me when the lightswere off,and you said you loved me when my clothes wereoffbecause I still see traces of you oneverythingin the back of my brain and I can&amp;rsquo;t comehomebecause thoughts of you are rottingor ma..</description>
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			<description>This wasn&amp;rsquo;t supposed to be an end, but it felt like one. You grabbed for my hand and pulled me towards the swings. I stepped back as your questioning blue eyes scanned my face. &amp;nbsp;I held both hands up, and stared at you. &amp;ldquo;Before anything else, I just want to explain. I&amp;rsquo;ve got te..</description>
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			<title>Dear Daddy,</title>
			<description>I left the letter by the door, butI think mommy read it. Sheasked if I wanted to talk about it.I said &amp;ldquo;no&amp;rdquo; but I really meant &amp;ldquo;yes,&amp;rdquo;She didn&amp;rsquo;t realize that.I was just trying to say that nothingfelt right anymore and thatyou needed to come home, but Iguess I didn&amp;rsquo;t..</description>
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			<description>I didn't know that questioningeverything would lead to anempty room with my thoughtshitting the walls.Maybe loving you was a mistakebut that didn't stop me from writinguntil my tears had dried on my pillow,littering my head with too many regrets.My response was too late and your feetwere tired, unan..</description>
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