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			<title>A Time of Unhappiness </title>
			<description>There was a time where all I wanted to was die because life wasn't worth livingI was only twelve, I should have been enjoying my child hood not thinking of ways I could go I tried to choke myself with a chair and books piled on top I tried jumping of a roof I tried drowning myselfI was not only unha..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1229011/</link>
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			<title>The first appearence </title>
			<description>Kelissa smiles shyly at the people that walk by knowing she cant tell anyone after all if she did it would cost her, everything, and she knows that she is meant to be more so she strides down the street. past the two muggers that use to scare her, the preps that use to make her miserable, and the jo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1220853/</link>
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			<title>Ignoring the truth</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1220847/</link>
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			<title>Her smile </title>
			<description>the love one can have for another </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1220846/</link>
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			<title>Clock</title>
			<description>I see you staring at me, you can't get me to move any faster,see I tick to time,I stick with a certain rhyme,its not a crime you have your job and I have mine, time, time, time is that all people think,fast or slow in your head its all the same,instead you blame me, when its really in your head,your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1025100/</link>
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			<title>Revealed</title>
			<description>You pull me close, and my heart thumps faster, and fasteryou whisper &quot;I love you&quot;, and your hand cups my face,your your dark pink lips interlock with mine,my world spins and twirls,dizziness as though I'm drunk,loss of breath, your warm lips kiss my forehead, as you whisper &quot;you mean the world to me..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1025092/</link>
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			<title>Foster care, age 5</title>
			<description>The bright lights flash red, blue,shes runs hiding so young and pure not sure what she did wrong, hiding and shaking, scared,they find her, her heart races,where is everyone?They put her in hand cuffs, because she fights,in the back of a normal car she goes,tears fall down her face,shes taken to an ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Beaufullyspoken/1024945/</link>
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