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  <author>
   <name>EjoIsObsessed</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/693746/</uri>
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  <published>2012-08-19T23:13:11-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-08-19T23:13:11-08:00</updated>
  <title>Dear PJ</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/693746/EjoIsObsessed'&gt;EjoIsObsessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K&lt;br&gt;Hurt/Comfort/Friendship&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 727, Reviews: 0, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;A two-part story in letter form. Two letters, the first one from a girl who has lost all faith in the world and has turned to an unlikely person from her past for guidance. The second is his reply.</summary>
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 <entry>
  <author>
   <name>EjoIsObsessed</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/693746/</uri>
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  <published>2011-12-24T08:57:01-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-12-24T08:57:01-08:00</updated>
  <title>What No One Will Speak Of</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/693746/EjoIsObsessed'&gt;EjoIsObsessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Angst/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 5, Words: 1,422, Reviews: 4, In-Progress&lt;hr size=1&gt;I'm a super hormonal teenage girl, going through multiple teenage crises with many lesbian crushes and a self-harm problem. I need help. My life has been a mess since I was twelve years old.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>EjoIsObsessed</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/693746/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2011-11-02T18:06:14-08:00</published>
  <updated>2011-11-02T18:06:14-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Mask</title>
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  <id>tag:fictionpress.com,2011-11-02:story.2966772</id>
  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/693746/EjoIsObsessed'&gt;EjoIsObsessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Young-Adult/'&gt;Young Adult&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Hurt/Comfort/Romance&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 776, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Every day, I wear a mask. Nothing about me is truthful. I've never been truthful, and I probably never will be. It's not that I never tried, because, believe me I've tried.  A Monologue.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>EjoIsObsessed</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/693746/</uri>
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  <published>2010-08-18T20:30:35-08:00</published>
  <updated>2010-08-18T20:30:35-08:00</updated>
  <title>All Your Fault</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/693746/EjoIsObsessed'&gt;EjoIsObsessed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/Romance/'&gt;Romance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Hurt/Comfort/Angst&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 1,234, Reviews: 4, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;She unzipped her black sweater, sobbing as she ripped it off of her body. She showed me her arms, pale and thin, covered in scars. &quot;Do you know what this is?&quot; she sobbed. &quot;This is my life, my pointless life.&quot; Oneshot.</summary>
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