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			<title>Here's to the Girl . . .</title>
			<description>~song by yours truly that speaks to yours truly~</description>
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			<title>Disgust</title>
			<description>Disgust is black, like an oil spill, or dirty ice no one wants to step inIt shoots through my mind, making me cringe out of habitDisgust reminds me of homophobia, and how much I hate itIt makes me feel angry, and hatefulIt makes me want to fightDisgust is black, because it is dirty</description>
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			<title>Joy</title>
			<description>Joy is black, like a puppy's warm fur,&amp;nbsp;Or the back of your eyelids as you drift of to sleepJoy floods my head, like a high I craveIt reminds me of the time I went to a movie theater with my mom for the first timeJoy makes me feel bubbly, and energetic, like I need to run wildIt makes me want to..</description>
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			<title>Fear</title>
			<description>Fear is black, like being lost in a dark caveOr like being locked in a coffin just a bit too smallFear drips, and flows through my veins, like a leaky faucet.Fear reminds me of when my stepfather diedIt makes me feel grey, or red, like being numb, or in shock.It makes me want to screamFear is black,..</description>
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			<title>Emotions in Black</title>
			<description>I'm trying to challenge myself by seeing how many emotions I can describe using black. I don't write poetry much, so let's give this a shot, yeah?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/1288532/</link>
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			<title>Awkward Moment at the Red Light</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There'salways that awkward moment when you're riding in a car, and you lookthrough your window and at the car next to yours, and the person inthat car does the same. There's always that awkward moment when youlook at make eye contact with that person, and you hastily turn awayas to n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/1271977/</link>
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			<title>The New Kid On The Block</title>
			<description>Chapter One, Rhiel's POV</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/1242498/</link>
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			<title>Love At It's Bloodiest</title>
			<description>Rhiel is a shy girl who just turned fifteen. She's teased and bullied all the time, and her father hates her (longer description in author's notes).</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/1242030/</link>
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			<title>Pancakes In The Morning</title>
			<description>A poem about losing a mother.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/1231065/</link>
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			<title>Pills</title>
			<description>Pills that heal,Pills to make you feelPills that have all sorts of uses,Pills that help you make excusesPills of all different colors,Pills to babies from their mothersPills you take for depression,Pills that help you ease the tensionPills all lined along the shelfPills she usedTo kill herself</description>
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			<title>InSaNiTy</title>
			<description>That girl you see today,all popular, loved, unfazedToday she's fineNot a cloud in her skyBut tomorrow she'll go insaneHer father's a drunkHer brother's doing all sorts of junkHer mother has leftHer family thinks she's a pestTomorrow she'll go insaneAt school they see herAt school they believe herShe..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonicAngel48/971722/</link>
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			<title>She Hurts</title>
			<description>That girl you seeHer life as hurtful as it can beSHE HURTSEvery night she cutsEveryone calls her an emo slutSHE HURTSEvery week she drinks to ease the painShe's tied to her life by horrible chainsSHE HURSTBut you see her at schoolHappy, safe, securebut SHE HURTSShe dreams of a person who understands..</description>
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