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  <name>FictionPress.com</name>
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 <title>FictionPress.com - breathe-read-write's stories</title>
 <subtitle>Story feed for writer: breathe-read-write</subtitle>
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 <updated>2013-05-22T15:42:00-08:00</updated>
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  <author>
   <name>breathe-read-write</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/836921/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-11-25T18:53:17-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-25T18:53:17-08:00</updated>
  <title>Story of a Girl</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/836921/breathe-read-write'&gt;breathe-read-write&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/fiction/General/'&gt;General&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: T&lt;br&gt;Hurt/Comfort/General&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 2,301, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;Memoir on cutting.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>breathe-read-write</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/836921/</uri>
  </author>
  <published>2012-10-08T16:23:32-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-10-08T16:23:32-08:00</updated>
  <title>Pain of The Past</title>
  <link rel="alternate" href="http://www.fictionpress.com/s/3064147/1/Pain-of-The-Past"/>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/836921/breathe-read-write'&gt;breathe-read-write&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Life/'&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Horror/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 82, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;This is a poem I wrote in 8th grade. It's about cutting, something I have personal experience with. This is feelings on paper, er, internet? Whatever. Anyhow, reviews are nice. Constructive criticism, please no hate.</summary>
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