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			<title>I Quit !</title>
			<description>I cannot do this anymore, I haven't the strength to fightI cannot live on promises of possibly, maybe, or mightI'm raising my hands, throwing in the towel, stepping away from this messHow stupid was I, letting myself be sucked in, to all this frustration, hatred, and stressI am giving up, st..</description>
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			<title>Reach Your Freedom</title>
			<description>A walk along a shaded pathtreelined, it smells so sweetYou feel the cool breeze in your hairthe warm moss 'neath your feetA brook flows oh so peacefullysoomewhere far off to your rightYou breathe in deep, the eagles calland all burst into flight&amp;nbsp;You hear their wings beat stead..</description>
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			<title>What is Love ???</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;I'm awakened yet agianin the middle of the nightI am hearing my neighboursanother horrific fightHe hits and he kickshe screams and he yellsThat woman's existenceis pure living hell&amp;nbsp;I ask why she stayswith that monster of a manShe just smiles and shrugssays i woul..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/avisgrace/265609/</link>
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			<title>The Quarrel</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He hit me once...he hit me twiceno one could hear my painful criesI was fighting back to gain controlHe was stronger than II was thrown to the floorHe kicked me in the ribsand the back of the headI screamed that i hated himand wished he were dead&amp;nbsp;He tore at my clot..</description>
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