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			<title>Wish I Didn't Know</title>
			<description>I wish you woulda never told meMaybe then I wouldn't careCause ever since then its been a searing pain every whereEvery time I see a picture my chest begins to tearAnd that evil green monster appears whispering in my ear&quot;You know you can do better. He's a liar. He's a cheat.He doesn't ca..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1196557/</link>
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			<title>Do You Really Know Me ?</title>
			<description>Do you really know meOr do you know the portrait that I paintThat unoriginal image given to anyone in rangeOr anyone that'll listenI've buried feelings of hurt so deep in the dirt, to find it you'd probably need forensicsDo you know that under that bullshit smile is a child that&amp;nbsp..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1121037/</link>
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			<title>Represent</title>
			<description>So because I'm male &amp; I'm blackI've been considered a menace since the moment I crawled out my sperm donor's nutsackI'ma n***a, so I'm expected to have no class &amp; act a a*s at any &amp; every social eventI'ma n***a, so every cent I have should be spent on Jordans, weed, tattoos &amp; snapback hatsI'..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1103750/</link>
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			<title>Suicidal Thoughts</title>
			<description>I often wonder if our loved ones wait for us at the gates of heaven when we die ? Do we have to go inside ?Is there even a heaven to fly to ?I understand suicide is a &quot;sin&quot; so are the people that commit them let in ?The ones that couldn't handle the pain &amp; felt like Kurt Cobain's answer to t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1102302/</link>
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			<title>Friendzoned</title>
			<description>For so long these strong feelings have haunted meflaunting the rewards in store for the man who could claim your heartbut the moment I chose to act on these feelingsthey were wisked away instantly leaving mehopin and wishing I could turn back the hands of timecause the moment you said &quot; I ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1069061/</link>
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			<title>Untitiled</title>
			<description>Damn you're so wetyour juices tasting like different fruitsmangos, pinapples, faint traces of peaches &amp;amp; cream leave me speechless as my face dives deeperyou curling your toes &amp;amp; fingersturning into a cunning linguist the way this cunnilingushas you cumming and screaming in tongues..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/1069058/</link>
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			<title>All Around The World</title>
			<description>Read and find out ;)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/967241/</link>
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			<title>A Bit O' Honey</title>
			<description>Dedicated to Honey</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/966462/</link>
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			<title>Being Alone</title>
			<description>I wake up in cold sweats Nightmares chilling to the bonesThis fear is always felt This fear of being alone No wife to kiss No children to see No family to miss When i go overseas Noone that caresHeart turning to stone Because i'm so scared Scared of being alone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MattBlacc/966453/</link>
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			<title>Lust</title>
			<description>Lust is an emotionMistaken for love by mostBut Lust needs no devotionSo many men tend to boastLust controls muchBrings grown men to their knees Makes women tremble at its touch But its presence brings tragedy That horrid strainingThat tends to break trustBroken hearts it is claimingSo strong is this..</description>
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