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			<title>Life Is </title>
			<description>The constant and violent whooshing of the wind, and the sound it makes when it &amp;nbsp;crashes against the side of &amp;nbsp;the house matches the feeling in my heart tonight as I toss and turn vehemently in my bed. There are so many thoughts racing &amp;nbsp;through my head making it nearly impossible for sl..</description>
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			<title>Her</title>
			<description>She is going to kill me someday.She knows the truth,So why does she keep doing this?She begged me to tell.I fought with her over and over again. Then I caved in, and now she knows.Maybe she is lying to me. Would she tell?No. He still does not know. If he knew, I'd know.Bu..</description>
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			<title>Conversations (next few paragraphs) </title>
			<description>Out of breath, hurt, and tear filled, I watch him walk away. I love him, but sometimes I hate him so much. I can't stay here, I need to get away, to go somewhere nobody can hurt me. There is only one place in the world&amp;nbsp; I can think of. I know I can't go there now, it's five whole states away, b..</description>
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			<title>Colors of the Words</title>
			<description>The colors of the letters flow past my field of vision.I don't even have to think about it, they just come to me.When I close my eyes, I picture the colors of his name.Even with my eyes open, the colors are still there.               Colors,letters, numbers, and shapes.As the sto..</description>
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			<title>To Get to You</title>
			<description>I look back.I look ahead. I try to think of something else. I miss the place, I love the most. I know you will never understand.I predict that when I go back, I'll miss you more than I should.This is the place,caught in between.There are two loves.They both cannot be.To have on..</description>
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			<title>Looking back</title>
			<description>I turn back to look behind me, and immediately I wish that I didn't. I wish I had stayed back, because now he was walking with her. It drives me crazy with anger whenever he does that. Now I know that all weekend I am going to be second guessing everything and for sure I won't sleep. &quot;What are you..</description>
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			<title>Conversations</title>
			<description>I take in a deep breath, and hold it in for a while. I close me eyes and try not to dwell on the negative. Considering the positives would be my best bet, the only problem with that is, in this sitution, there are no positives. &quot;Would you just tell me what's wrong?&quot; I open my eyes, look up, and I ..</description>
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			<title>As a place its not</title>
			<description>I like to think of the world as a place its not. &amp;nbsp;I like to hear the sounds of the crickets chirping on Cape Cod in late August.&amp;nbsp;I don't like to hear the sounds of static on the car radio.&amp;nbsp;I like  to hear the sounds of Grace learning to play the flute. &amp;nbsp;I don't like to hear the s..</description>
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