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			<title>When Im Gone...</title>
			<description>when im gone, please dont cry, for my soul has risen. please, my precious child, dry your tears, because if you believe, my memory will always be close, and one day, my sweet, our paths will cross again.when im gone... do not miss me, for i am still here. yet your eyes may deceive you, i am the tr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/414720/</link>
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			<title>Emotion</title>
			<description>a bad feeling, something wasnt right. she needed to know, even though she knew it really couldnt be as perfect as it seemed. he let her down, he told everyone, he cant be trusted. anger, rage, frustration! thinking to herself, dont go back,please, please dont go back, but she couldnt take it anymore..</description>
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			<title>I See Clearer Now</title>
			<description>here i am! cant you see me? cant you hear me? im right here! talk to me! you know im here.... why must you pretend? i know i cant give you much, but shouldnt my love be enough? so i guess being popular is more important... more important than what we had! you cant just tell someone you love them! yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/414707/</link>
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			<title>Daddy's Little Girl</title>
			<description>it rhymes... i dont like my poems when they rhyme...</description>
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			<title>What I Want To Be</title>
			<description>life seems to have no meaning....i look close my eyes and hear people screaming. i am filled with rage as my life goes by. i feel like i want to die.&amp;nbsp;am i insane? i feel confusion in my brain. i want power beyond my wildest dreams. i want to be controller over kings. i am the sourservous in my ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/414701/</link>
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			<title>Fantasy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; I can be a friend and i can be an enemy.Look at me and tell me what you see. I want to stay here till the end. I want to be a memory. Now you see i only want to be a fantasy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Im only a dream, i want to be a fantasy. i dont care what it takes to escape reality. i want..</description>
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			<title>The Gun</title>
			<description>I&amp;nbsp;need you now, can you sneek out? What? Its midnight, are you ok?i will be later but i want you here when i do.&amp;nbsp;I snuck out the window that night and met her at the rail road tracks.&amp;nbsp;I asked her what was wrong but all she did was laugh.&amp;nbsp;I'm sick of trying, I'm sick of figh..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/258370/</link>
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			<title>My Definition of LOVE!</title>
			<description>this is my def. of the word love</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/258299/</link>
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			<title>Lie</title>
			<description>my sis used to write this a lot so its hers! its really short so... u kno.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/painnlove14/258298/</link>
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			<title>The Final Act</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Final Actscreeching tires, shattering glass, twisted metal, fibarglass. the scene is set, it all goes black, and so we're in m..</description>
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