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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>She smells his anger,burning in his blood.Her body begins to shake, knowing what is to come.She hears his voice,slowly becoming louder,speaking of whatshe has done wrong.She covers her ears, trying to block out his cruel words.She sees him,coming closer,reaching out to touch her.She begins to relax,..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/820990/</link>
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			<title>The Game We Play</title>
			<description>Trying so hardto resist you, but you're gettingmuch to strong.Tonight,it was supposed to end,but it's a fight I cannot win.Your perfect x-ray visionis gazing into my heart.You're finding my every weakness, so that you can push meto the pointyour absolute mind controlis searching through my brain. Yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/820015/</link>
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			<title>Pain</title>
			<description>She's hurtingso bad, inside and out.She feels so cold, with no one to hold.She feels so stupid, for trustingthem all. She feelsso worthless, for letting them use her. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/786628/</link>
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			<title>Please Tell Me</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/361896/</link>
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			<title>My Trust</title>
			<description>When I trust somebody, they only get 1 chance. Mabey 2...if they're really lucky! But you're lucky if I trust you in the first place. I don't usally trust a lot of people, and this is why.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/340734/</link>
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			<title>Love You</title>
			<description>I try so hard not to love him. But I just keep running back for more...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/340328/</link>
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			<title>Lies, Just Lies</title>
			<description>I swear that all some(not all) men ever do is lie...lie...lie!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/340271/</link>
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			<title>So Sorry</title>
			<description>I had a dream in which I killed myself. It was so weird. This is pretty much what I thought when I woke up.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337358/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>This is from when I stopped believing in just about everything I ever had faith in. It speaks for itself.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337355/</link>
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			<title>To Late</title>
			<description>This is how the world is. This is the truth.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337353/</link>
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			<title>My Illusion called life...</title>
			<description>Hey it's just how I get sometimes, and some people should get over it and mind thier own buisiness.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337350/</link>
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			<title>Stare</title>
			<description>This is the first poem I ever wrote. I was an 8th grader then. It got published in an anthology. The company that published it, told me I was a winner in a contest and that I would be recieving some prize money, but they were frauds. At least it made me f</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337347/</link>
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			<title>Answer</title>
			<description>This is just how I used to feel most of the time. I don't really think about sucide anymore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/337336/</link>
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			<title>A Game</title>
			<description>Drawn in With your Eyes,I can't resist Your gaze.I'm loving what I see,It's what We could Someday be.I really don'tWant to Leave.I'm hoping you feelThe same.To meThis is True Love;But to you&amp;nbsp; It's just a game </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/336960/</link>
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			<title>Refuse</title>
			<description>I refuse to let men hurt me, from now on!!!</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/335851/</link>
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			<title>Love You</title>
			<description>Every time  I meet someone I end up hurting them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/335849/</link>
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			<title>No!</title>
			<description>This is for the one that broke my heart. I won't let myself get hurt again...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/332329/</link>
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			<title>I Just Can't...</title>
			<description>I just can't take this,Not anymore.It's just to muchFor me to handle'Cause I'm just a wounded girl.&amp;nbsp;I just can't keep doing this,I just can't keep coming back to you'Cause everytime you speak,My heart breaks a little more.&amp;nbsp;I just can't keep lieing.I just can't keep ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/326734/</link>
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			<title>Forbidden</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;Our loveis forbidden.We can't Let it grow.&amp;nbsp;It's onlyFor your protection,At least ,That's what they say.&amp;nbsp;I find myselfAgreeing with them.I may love you,But you'll get hurt anyways.&amp;nbsp;You can tryTo cure me,&amp;nbsp;From my heartbreaking ways.But we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/326387/</link>
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			<title>Angry</title>
			<description>I had felt the anger,Burning in my face,As you broke my heart,And left me with the problem,That we both helped create.&amp;nbsp;I had felt the anger,Burning on my face,As you broke my heart,And told me you were right,And I was wrong.&amp;nbsp;I had felt the anger,Burning on my face..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/325968/</link>
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			<title>Rain</title>
			<description>This was an 8th grade English class asignment...so it's not that good.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/321951/</link>
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			<title>Hurt</title>
			<description>The poem of my life</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/320633/</link>
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			<title>They</title>
			<description>They don't understand,That I am getting older,That I am growing up,That I need the freedom,To do what I want.&amp;nbsp;Their love is suficating me,And I can't understand,Whay they think They must protect me From every little thing.&amp;nbsp;They've put me in this cage,That they cal..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/320592/</link>
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			<title>We Are</title>
			<description>We are toxic,You and I. One sipFrom this bottle,and we may die.&amp;nbsp;We spell out danger,When put together.If we Are set free,Who knows what may happen.&amp;nbsp;We are a rose, And unseen thorns surround us.We are only beauty, To an unsuspecting victim.&amp;nbsp;We are, T..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/KaylaMarie1993/320132/</link>
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