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			<title>Things I Never Said</title>
			<description>Dad: You are my hero, with every meaning that word could possibly hold, this is how i see u (a hero). I always looked up to you, wanted to be like you in everyway. My dream is to make you proud.&amp;nbsp;			&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mom: I never figured out how you kne..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1111090/</link>
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			<title>The Different Route</title>
			<description>Walking through the deserted road, she was a little bit fearful. The chill in the air certainly had an effect on that fear she felt. It was cold and the long road&amp;nbsp;in front&amp;nbsp;of her was empty. &quot;How did I reach that place?&quot; she wondered, as she is used to walking the same route everyday. She w..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1071818/</link>
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			<title>The Illusion of Freedom</title>
			<description>We live in a time where freedom is inevitable. It is a right given to you the moment you were born. Most of us want to believe that, but do we really have that right? Do we even try to give that right to our children? From the moment we learn to talk and express ourselves, we are taught to listen an..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1060872/</link>
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			<title>Reality</title>
			<description>What is reality anywaysIs it what we waste on all our daysIs it worth the games that we playWhich leaves us in the end so frayTo me reality is an illusionWhich leads to nothing but confusionTo escape it I have a solutionWith satisfaction as a conclusionI live my life the way I wantIgnoring all of th..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1060000/</link>
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			<title>To Hubby :)</title>
			<description>Our paths converged and softly touched, as our hearts moved close somehow. It was an unplanned incident that became our lasting gift. I feel lucky; cause some paths may cross, but not always join in such method of commencement. Euphoric; cause we chose to share our lives together and make that incid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1055770/</link>
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			<title>C'est La Vie</title>
			<description>If only I knew how's it going &amp;nbsp;beIf only when i try to fix things, they became betterIf only I was certain of how others feelAnd if only people believed what i say...If I knew how to show what I really feltIf I knew how to make people understandIf I knew how to make them believeIf I knew how to..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1055766/</link>
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			<title>Still mourning the loss of my unborn child</title>
			<description>When i first knew i had you, your sister was only six months old.n I was so afraid and i couldn't imagine life with another baby. That fear turned me into a person i never was, and always hated! I kept telling myslef how will this possibly workout, and i kept worrying and worrying, and i forgot that..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AmiraE/1054148/</link>
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			<title>Lessons learned from an unexpected teacher!</title>
			<description>She tought me how to talk less and listen more, to run instead of walk, to dance for no reason at all, to sing at the top of my lungs, to appriciate the little things in life, and to laugh more often. We believe we are teaching our children things they don't know, but often they are teaching us to m..</description>
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