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			<title>time...</title>
			<description>i never have enoughi always run outstreching it as far as i canbut i fail with out a doubttrying to please everyonesmiling watching waitingand still nothing changinganger pain and guiltfriends are forgetting about meim trying to be every wherebut there</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamielee/325401/</link>
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			<title>breathe....</title>
			<description>i have to remind myself&amp;quot; breathe... just breathe&amp;quot;chaos all aroundpeople running and yellinglaughter and tears&amp;quot;breathe... just breath&amp;quot;the phone is ringingpeople are giving ordersdemanding my attention&amp;quot; breathe... just breathe&amp;quot;remember it will be over ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamielee/323941/</link>
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			<title>who?</title>
			<description>who is this man?he sits across from mestaring into my eyewanting to hold mewho is this man ?that my body cravesso close to meyet i know almost nothingwho is this man?who makes me smilemakes my every worry disappearmakes the world right againwho is this man?why is he herew..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jamielee/323579/</link>
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			<title>who whould have guessed</title>
			<description>who would have thought that lil ol' me could do the impossiable....to survive the storm, and still comes the aftermath.how could something so small cause such distructionso much pain and so much hate...everyone moving around me with purposeas i stand awaiting my fateno one to tell me wha..</description>
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