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			<title>Temptress</title>
			<description>TemptressSinful seduction that&amp;rsquo;s pulling me in,A temptress who&amp;rsquo;s full of tricks to lure me in.So many emotions swirling through my head,But none of them come to me in this moment of sin.What am I to do as I stand before hell&amp;rsquo;s gate?With only a step away till..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Three</title>
			<description>ChapterThreeIonly stayed inside of my house for a few minutes before my blood pressure flewthrough the roof. The walls felt like they were slowly getting closer to me andsuddenly claustrophobia made it harder for me to breathe.Withoutanother thought I switched my wallet into my..</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>ChapterTwo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was right. Our history teacher had chewed us out prettygood once class was over, telling us how we needed to be more responsible. Inthe end though, he let us off without any punishment due to the fact that mys..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>ChapterOneIlay in my bed, gazing at the plaster white ceiling just like every othermorning. Thoughts were not an option for my brain at this time and a grim linewas set across my face. How much longerwill I have to suffer like this? How much longer will I be able to bear this?My ..</description>
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			<title>Veil</title>
			<description>Terra is a girl who was just like any other girl, until her father passed away. Ever since then her life has been an empty blur (Read more in the note for reviewers)...</description>
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