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			<title>Live Like Us</title>
			<description>Do you know that feeling you get when something badhappens right in front of you; right before your very eyes?&amp;nbsp; That feeling that eats you up and closes in on you&amp;hellip;when you can&amp;rsquo;t breathe, or speak and you feel like someone has just ripped apiece of you out of your body and..</description>
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			<title>Hit Her Again</title>
			<description>Hit her again because you know she hates it.She trusted you to keep her safe,now look what you&amp;rsquo;ve done to her.&amp;nbsp;She sleeps in pools of tears cried upon her pillowafter she cuts her wrists to make them bleed.Just let her live her life, leave her alone.She&amp;rsquo;s better off wi..</description>
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			<title>The Dance</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The night you taught me how to dancewas enchanting. Everything I felt building up inside of me to that very moment suddenlybecame so irrelevant.&amp;nbsp; While the dancewas slow, it&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;last very long&amp;hellip; but I figured that would hap..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilRivers12/1096195/</link>
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			<title>I'm Fine</title>
			<description>I want to forget the first time you told me you loved me.I want to forget the enchanting smell of your skin.I want to forget the way your smile could make me lose my mind.I want to forget how you made me feel like I was the only one.I want to forget the way you held me tight against you when..</description>
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			<title>I Need</title>
			<description>I need a blanket, to help warm the heart that others have made cold.&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; I need a rope, to help hang on to the things that I believe in when others dare to ta..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilRivers12/1088610/</link>
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			<title>Color the World</title>
			<description>Defining the world we live in,giving things a shot of life.Being like music to the eyes,perfecting the value of the sunset.Raining down like drops of snow,labeling the skin.Red, Orange, Black, White.Can you smell the colors all around?&amp;nbsp;Stop to see it illuminate the sun,expos..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilRivers12/1072415/</link>
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			<title>Purge</title>
			<description>Stick your finger down your throat again,it&amp;rsquo;s easier that way.The next time that you&amp;rsquo;re told to stopdon&amp;rsquo;t listen, walk away.Eat and eat and eat some morethen ask to leave the room.Go straight to the toilet bowl and purge what you consume.&amp;ldquo;Skinny, skinny, skinn..</description>
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			<title>I Hate You</title>
			<description>I hate the way you&amp;rsquo;re so obliviouswhen things are obvious to see.I hate how I&amp;rsquo;m not what you want,well, you ripped that part of me.I hate the way you lie to meand the way you&amp;rsquo;re always mad.I hate how you tell me that I&amp;rsquo;m wrongand the way you treat my Dad.I hat..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilRivers12/1072413/</link>
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			<title>F**k It</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Dig in deeper inside her mindand take over a little more.Isolate her from the worldand tell her she&amp;rsquo;s a w***e.Take her shoulders and shake themwhen she says she loves her dad.How dare she turn away from you,you must tell her that she&amp;rsquo;s bad.Take away her laptop,h..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AprilRivers12/1072408/</link>
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