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			<title>Laughs it up</title>
			<description>There are voices screaming in my earsPerfect smiles covering my tearsSometime i just sit in bedAnd wonder to myself&amp;lsquo;When will it end&amp;rsquo;&amp;lsquo;When will it end&amp;rsquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been betrayed, and hurtLeft alone to figure things outI wish i could give you a turnBut of course, life wouldn&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>Whiskey on my Tongue</title>
			<description>Maybe it's fineI guess it's fineMaybe your like this all the timeBut I'm notBarley remember your damn touchNeed you closer can't get enoughI feel like I'm high on youBut whenever we're closeYou say I'm just deluluYour like Whiskey on my tongueBut then you spoil the funRun like you've got nothing to ..</description>
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			<title>All of those day's</title>
			<description>Poem/song about wasting time on someone who decided your not good enough to love</description>
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			<title>A silent night</title>
			<description>Every Christmas Eve, the small town changes. Just after dark, groups of old-fashioned carolers wander the streets, dressed in Victorian coats and lace dresses, their breath fogging the cold air. They sing beautifully&amp;#65533;&quot;soft yet haunting&amp;#65533;&quot;and people welcome them with mugs of cocoa and pl..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER TWO</title>
			<description>CYPRIANI don&amp;rsquo;t know how I got here. I really generally don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;nbsp;One moment, I&amp;rsquo;m sitting on the floor, minding my own damn business, trying to draw a sick new sketch of Hades dog, Cerberus.Some girl comes near and stares at me for a bit&amp;#2013266048;&quot;mostly at my drawing, if I&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<title>CHAPTER ONE</title>
			<description>MANIA LAMIAAnnagilic high, huh?&amp;nbsp;That&amp;rsquo;s a fun name for a school filled with Gods and Goddesses. Then again, why not let mortals in too? What, is the district afraid that the Gods or Goddesses will just&amp;hellip;blast them into orbit or something like that? Would the gods or goddesses even ca..</description>
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			<title>Mania &amp; Cyprian: Book one/Draft one</title>
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			<title>Sunflower-Chapter Three</title>
			<description>CHAPTER THREEIN THE CAR WITH MOM AND MAPLE; 5:30 am	Now I remember. I was thinking about Alexis. Best pitcher, hitter, fielder&amp;#2013266048;&quot;all that fun stuff&amp;#2013266048;&quot;on the team. Last year, she got two home runs, which is a huge win for her. Last year, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t even hit anything more t..</description>
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			<title>Sunflower-Chapter Two</title>
			<description>CHAPTER TWOLAST WEEK; 5:28 am	&amp;ldquo;Ahhhh!&amp;rdquo; I screamed, as salty water was dripping on and off my spine. I was drenched in sweat. I looked around, scanning the room just in case. In case of&amp;hellip; well, whatever had me screaming my heart out.&amp;ldquo;Another bad dream,&amp;rdquo; I sighed. This ha..</description>
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			<title>Sunflower-Chapter One</title>
			<description>CHAPTER ONE&amp;ldquo;Watch out!&amp;rdquo; I yelled to Maple from the pitcher's mound. She was dancing again. Maple loved to dance, even on the softball field. If it weren't for our unfair parents, she would be dancing her head off. I rolled my eyes as she fumbled the softball from the wet and soggy sand.S..</description>
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