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			<title>Chapter One: Yeah.</title>
			<description>I have a boyfriend... An annoying one, but a boyfriend. He's pretty cute. But this other guy? He's smoking. Sexy with a capital HOT. So, lol what do I do? I sext him. Of course. Yeah, that's 'bout it for today...xoxop.s. Me and this sexy guy have a history ;)</description>
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			<title>Diary of a S**t</title>
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			<title>The Lonely Bird Cage.</title>
			<description>I miss his small chirps and cheaps at all times of the day.&amp;nbsp; He would swing back and forth,&amp;nbsp;singing away. The cat would always watch, but I would protect him from harm with my many golden arms. Sometimes he would get frustrated with me for holding him in. Its for your own good. I would thi..</description>
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			<title>Stream of Consciousness.</title>
			<description>Lights are flashing.Blue. Red.I hear voices.Loud. Yelling. Shh.My head aches.Intense. Throbbing.I touch it.Bleeding.People come closer.Still yelling. Faces. Blurry.&quot;Its gonna be okay.&quot;Hysteria. Touch. Tears?Pain is shoting through me.Ripping. Screams. Jake's? The blurry f..</description>
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			<title>Thanksgiving </title>
			<description>Thanksgiving is family grouped together, snuggled by the fire. Its the little kids running and playing in the leaves, while the old women fuss over the turkey. Its the men talking about the latest hunting and fishing. The women coo over the babies and exchange recipes. Thanksgiving is time f..</description>
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			<title>Its</title>
			<description>Its lost.Its faked.Its unsatisfied.Its running.Its forgotten.Its taken for granted.Its fighting.Its severed.Its tears.Its pain.Its cold.Its heartless.Its a game.Its missing something.Its one way.Its depressing.Its ugly.Its hatred.Its torn.Its beaten.Its hopele..</description>
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