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			<title>Recuperation </title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It seemed like a dream, the entire thing a figment of my imagination. I awoke in my bed feeling groggy. The pain i think i felt was not present, it all seemed surreal. When i began to sit up in my the muscles in my stomach and chest cramped up, ..</description>
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			<title>Burning Desire </title>
			<description>	The day started out pathetic, hardly anything happened. School was anything but exciting. I was looking forward to the end. This may have been because of my birthday the following day. It seemed as though it would pass by without any disruptions, but i was so dearly wrong. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;..</description>
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			<title>Too Cool For School</title>
			<description>	I get my stuff ready for school, its pretty early but I want to get to school early so I have enough times to talk to my friends Alijah and Chris. I wonder if they saw that figure last night. With all my stuff ready, I walk to school in deep thought of what I witnessed last night. From behind someo..</description>
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			<title>In The Beginning </title>
			<description>	My father told me stories of a world not like our own. Its inhabitants were normal, regular people with no outstanding abilities. They fought for global supremacy and sought out power. To be quite honest, it seems peaceful compared to the world I live in. The world I live in is filled with humans w..</description>
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			<title>The Face of Evil</title>
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			<title>Please Understand</title>
			<description>Yes, I knowI do say it everydayI say it to my friendsI say it to my teachersI say it to just about anyone I know.You, may not have heardI was the personI was the one rumored to be beatI was the one rumored to get hurtI was the one rumored to walk with his head down when his father was present.You se..</description>
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			<title>Dead Inside </title>
			<description>Listen while you can, it can only take so much more,Dizziness,&amp;nbsp;queasiness, I am entirely rotten to the core.&amp;nbsp;The cold air hurts, it bites at my flesh, poking, seeking out weakness,&amp;nbsp;I begin to relax, no longer fighting against the bitter cold, no longer conscious.Shivering cold and ent..</description>
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			<title>Au revoir</title>
			<description>	In the distance the waves crashing down on the beach set my mind free, claiming my conscience and dragging it out to sea. This overwhelming feeling rising within me...the call of the ocean. The air was wonderful, it was full of salt, and the cool breeze carried me off to a fond period of my life. T..</description>
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			<title>Dread </title>
			<description>	The dead silence of night, broken by the ominous&amp;nbsp;howling&amp;nbsp;of the wind. I look over my shoulder and everything seems in place. My</description>
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			<title>Hindrance </title>
			<description>Slowly I wake, the delightful dream fades softly away,my heart begins to race,I enter into reality, my own little nightmare.These eyes dart back and forth desperately searching,&amp;nbsp;my heart begins to race,arms trembling, legs grow heavy, my body fails me.A painting not bound by walls,my heart begi..</description>
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