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  <author>
   <name>Minnesota1</name>
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  <published>2012-11-14T17:29:20-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-14T17:29:20-08:00</updated>
  <title>Lies</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/882281/Minnesota1'&gt;Minnesota1&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: T&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 72, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A poem based on my mother. After she abondoned me for the second time, and left me to go to NC where i live now, I was hurt and confused. I tried to channel that through my writing. I have more if anyone cares.</summary>
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  <author>
   <name>Minnesota1</name>
   <uri>http://www.fictionpress.com/u/882281/</uri>
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  <published>2012-11-14T17:27:09-08:00</published>
  <updated>2012-11-14T17:27:09-08:00</updated>
  <title>The Game You Play</title>
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  <summary type="html">Author: &lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/u/882281/Minnesota1'&gt;Minnesota1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.fanfiction.net/poetry/Love/'&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;English, Rated: K+&lt;br&gt;Poetry/Hurt/Comfort&lt;br&gt;Chapters: 1, Words: 123, Reviews: 0, Complete&lt;hr size=1&gt;A cruddy poem I wrote two years ago in 7th grade. But enjoy anyways. For those of you who are reading my story, When Snow Falls, think of this to Ciel's Mother.</summary>
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