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		<description>The original writings of author The Pain Stays Fresh</description>
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			<title>An ode to the passage of time, and the sobering reality of personal growth.</title>
			<description>Every day, she haunts my waking thoughts. A dream within reality, taking center stage in a twisted play.I see what could have been, what should have, and yet within moments it all comes crashing down, destined to repeat in a cyclical and disturbing fashion.Pervading worlds beyond the physical,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/2007154/</link>
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			<title>A Book by its Cover</title>
			<description>You should never ever judgea book by its cover.The cover doesn't tell youwhat the book is aboutIf you want to know what's inside,you have to open it up and find out.Too often we let appearance deceiveand this is why we can't achievethe perfect place we want the world to be.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/1486424/</link>
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			<title>How I Frame My Future</title>
			<description>I recently wrote this for a scholarship contest.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/1310343/</link>
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			<title>Street Signs</title>
			<description>Inspired by a bit of my photography.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/1005410/</link>
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			<title>Good Morning</title>
			<description>I wake to the soundof chirping birds outside my window.Such a happy sound.It brightens my day and puts a spring in my step.The sun is shiningas if to say &quot;Have a happy day, today.&quot;</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989616/</link>
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			<title>Reprieve</title>
			<description>You are a reprievefrom the hell that is my life.You make my sufferingfade into the backgroundso I can be happy for a while.I'd never known such happinessbefore you came along.Please say you'll stay.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989557/</link>
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			<title>Genuine</title>
			<description>I've never done anything to hurt you.So why do you feel the need to hurt me?Is it because I'm not as pretty as you?As skinny as you?As popular as you?One day those things will be gone.You will have nothingand I will have everything.Because I am genuine.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989549/</link>
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			<title>What is Love?</title>
			<description>I was asked once&quot;What is love?&quot;Here is your answer.Love is beautifuland kindand trusting.Love is the&amp;nbsp;safety&amp;nbsp;netthat catches you when you fall.Love is always there.It never strays too far.It is a warm coat&amp;nbsp;to chase away the coldof peoples' icy hearts.Love is ever persistent.It never gi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989529/</link>
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			<title>Ode To Nilla Wafers</title>
			<description>Just something silly. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989492/</link>
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			<title>F**k You</title>
			<description>You never loved me.I gave you my heart.You crushed itand gave it back to me.And you still want meto be your friend?F**k you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989486/</link>
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			<title>The Truth</title>
			<description>You say I'm wrong.How can I be wrong?No one knows you better than I do.I don't like being lied to.Please tell me the truth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989474/</link>
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			<title>Here Without You</title>
			<description>Why did you goand leave me here alone?I know why you left.I wish you hadn't.I miss your kissand your touchand your comforting presence.I hate it, you know.Being here without you.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989462/</link>
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			<title>A Little Bird</title>
			<description>This is my favorite piece.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989444/</link>
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			<title>The Little Things</title>
			<description>The little thingsare the things that matter.The things that show you care.Make an effort to pay attentionto these little, tiny things.For they make our lives worthwhile.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/989437/</link>
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			<title>Borrador</title>
			<description>I think anyone who's read Gulliver's Travels will appreciate this. It was an assignment given to me by my senior English teacher. I was asked to write Gulliver's next adventure. This is what I wrote.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988982/</link>
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			<title>Pink Shirt</title>
			<description>Pink ShirtWhen I wear you, I wrap myself in love.Your fiber is more important to me&amp;nbsp;than the very fiber of my being.I love every wrinkle, small hole, and missing button.The unruly collar that never stays flat.I treasure the long nights we've spent together.I recall with perfect clarityevery ins..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988948/</link>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Katherine arrives in Pennsylvania and finds out that she is to be a servant in Mr. Carleton's household.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988783/</link>
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			<title>The Leprechaun's Gold</title>
			<description>A short story written during my junior year.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988190/</link>
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			<title>How Do I Love Winter....</title>
			<description>My first and ONLY sonnet (for good reason). I wrote this in my senior English class.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988174/</link>
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			<title>Snow Day</title>
			<description>A poem I wrote in my junior year as an English assignment.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988165/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>This was in a portfolio I did my sophomore year of high school. I think it's pretty cool. Read and enjoy! (Comments appreciated!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988128/</link>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Katherine finds out she's to go to Pennsylvania. (Comments appreciated!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988126/</link>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>This chapter explains Katherine's current situation. (Comments appreciated!)</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988125/</link>
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			<title>Tale of An Irish Lass</title>
			<description>Katherine McCarthy is a sixteen-year-old girl living in Ireland during the potato famine. She is sent to America by her parents in hopes that she'll have a better life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ChocolateMilk/988122/</link>
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