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			<title>I do not care anymore.</title>
			<description>Bitterness</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rionachelle/1208501/</link>
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			<title>One More Mistake</title>
			<description>Just a bit of venting really.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rionachelle/599295/</link>
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			<title>Just See</title>
			<description>A justification of my love.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rionachelle/358972/</link>
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			<title>Smirk at Me</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;You're looking at me and I can see. You're surveying me and I plea, is it really necessary to judge me? Now you're walking in circles. Around me, I see you're eyes again judging me. Step aside, think to yourself. Have you summed up who I am yet? Getting defensive, you reali..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rionachelle/280028/</link>
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			<title>No hope.</title>
			<description>There is this little trickle of truth that floats beneath me. If I'm not careful, my pride might trample the breath of it's entirety. My ego strikes again.Punishable on death.I can't find him, he runs and hids for lengths of time I can not even muster.The road is tiring, my feet worn with ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rionachelle/279834/</link>
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			<title>Description of me.</title>
			<description>This is my heart in words. I am selfish.I lie, subconsciously.&amp;nbsp;I love power.Controlling men is power.I search for myself through others.I care for you. Yes, I loved you.&amp;nbsp;No that love was not deep enough for me to feel guilty about what I did.Yes, that makes me very immature...</description>
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			<title>Just a figment.</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;There's figment in my imagination...I wish he were here, right now, beside me. Maybe I would turn around and a figure would be standing by the entrance.Arms crossed, leaning against the wall with his side. Smirking at all that he sees, a smile replaces it once my eyes find his. Invitin..</description>
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