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			<title>Entry 1: 12/18/13 6:23 PM </title>
			<description>Hey,Thats how you're supposed to start off a journal right? Or should I be like every other girl and be likeDear Diary,&amp;nbsp;Scratch that..I think I'll go with Hey. Thats more me.. So..Hey.God why am I so awkward even in my own journal.. What am I even supposed to write in here? The only reason why ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1284512/</link>
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			<title>My Never Ending Story</title>
			<description>Journal of a 16 yr old girl</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1284510/</link>
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			<title>Brandon</title>
			<description>Hands meant to careLove meant to shareYour breath shook from painI tried to keep you sane&amp;nbsp;Your life was too shortYou were my life supportYour words encouraged strength But their words went length&amp;nbsp;Your wings broke from the jumpAnd my throat grew a lumpI screamed out your name for remorseBut..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1159287/</link>
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			<title>The Power Of Friendship</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The bus ride on the way to school in th morning were always long. Somehow the always had a way of calming me down before having to go into &quot;hell&quot; or what they call &quot;school&quot; or my favorite and the most ironic &quot;a safe place like home&quot;. Isn't home supposed to be the place..</description>
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			<title>My Imagination</title>
			<description>Your black eyes speak more than your smileThe sadness walks milesAnd makes its way back down to your wristTo the place where many times I've kissedYour life lays in your handsYet your addiction decided to make a standAnd when your heart stops beatingThe cocaine will take you to its leadingOh what a ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1156255/</link>
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			<title>Alone</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp; At this point I'm so sure love doesn't exist, thats what Zac had taught me when I was at Staples. He said he wasn't capable of liking me and that hes never felt love and thats when I came to the realization that I'm just better off alone.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1155720/</link>
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			<title>The Teenage Years Of Ali Mcgee</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1155719/</link>
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			<title>Self-Destruct</title>
			<description>A cut to hush my demonsA shot to numb the painA burn to punish my actionsOh dear, I think i'm insanePills for all my memoriesYour&amp;nbsp;remembrance&amp;nbsp;within my veinsWhy am I my own enemy?Is this my only sane?Years in my own HellFrom what of this do I gain?My heart finally gives inI''m done with yo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1113392/</link>
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			<title>Destruction</title>
			<description>The thought of youOne of a stingOne of which only&amp;nbsp;My vein can only bleed outFlashbacksAnd crushed hopeAvoidanceWhy'd it end this way?Your cursed angel form&amp;nbsp;Is one of a lieOne that leadsOne down a path of destructionI'll never be the sameNot after meeting youNot after meetingMy f*****g demo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1112985/</link>
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			<title>One Sleepless Night</title>
			<description>A Colorless lifeA sleepless nightA heart full of dreamsYet a wrist full of seamsA down look on lifeA cut from a knifeA bottle of pillsOops it spilledA fall to the groundA sleep safe and soundA one she'll never return fromHer pain now numbed</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1112387/</link>
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			<title>One, two, because of you</title>
			<description>One for the cutOne for the burnOne for this everlasting f*****g cureTwo for the shotsTwo for the staresTwo for the evil f*****g glaresThree for the woundsThree for me familyThree for my stupid molesting daddyFour for the scarsFour for the wordsFour for the stupid f*****g horrorsFive for the asylumFi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/katlovesbmth/1110384/</link>
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			<title>A Red Overcoming</title>
			<description>Slit my wristsBlack my eyesHelp me outAnd take my lifeShine a lightShow the wayTeach me howThe pain goes awayKiss my wristsSet me freeSlit my wristsAnd let me beLove me or hateIt doesn&amp;rsquo;t matter anywayBecause in the endIt all hurts the same</description>
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