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			<title>Stronger </title>
			<description>Where  are the people who bruised me? Beat me down and used me ?.. Where are the people who tell me what to do ,what they want , and what I shouldn't do ...! They hide just out my sight can't face me in the light because now I'm stronger ! I can believe again ... Go places I've never been ! I know m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lovelivechersish/1101593/</link>
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			<title>Freedom</title>
			<description>   I love to write ! I love to write until I feel all my emotions are splattered all over the paper . I love to write until my hands and my heart are aching in pain . Writing is my form of letting go. Writing is my freedom, for when I can't get hold of my notebook  or my phone ,to release everything..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lovelivechersish/1100054/</link>
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			<title>Sing me a song </title>
			<description>My heat wants  to sing you a song for you . My heart sings a melody that sounds similar to fear .my heart leaves it's self bare not hiding from the past in hopes someone can feel its pain. My heart clings to the past in hope for a better future to learn form its mistakes and become stronger my heart..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Lovelivechersish/1099829/</link>
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			<title>Life. </title>
			<description>I feel so alone sitting in my gloomy room . The darkness engolfs me leaveing nothing but sorrow and insecurity . Tears drip down my face face leaveing traces of the tragedy that is my life . Each scar on my face is begging to be heard. Only to be silenced by fear. Why am I not strong ? Why I can't I..</description>
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