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		<description>The original writings of author Kaysie</description>
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			<title>dg</title>
			<description>d</description>
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			<title>A note of sorts</title>
			<description>I may not know you that well, and maybe i don't know you at all, but i still liked you. I liked you a lot. The things you said made me want you more than anything. I told you this, and you had nothing to say. And i cant figure out why. You could have told me what you felt, that you didn't like me, o..</description>
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			<title>Ten Commandments.  (If you like Monty Python)</title>
			<description>The Ten Commandments if written from Monty Pythons Holy Grail</description>
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			<title>Not even friends</title>
			<description>mer</description>
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			<title>Done with it all. </title>
			<description>Just a poem about a guy. A guy that doesn't matter anymore.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kcallen1993/510402/</link>
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			<title>More</title>
			<description>Just more stuff written at three am. </description>
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			<title>Hurt</title>
			<description>           I hate seeing my own blood,Yet I let others cut meThe pains so unbearableBut I refuse to leaveI'd do anything for the one who holds my heart,they can have me, every part.Cut me, hurt me, slice,Take my life.My wrists are yours if you want them.Why are you waiting?Soon everyone will know...</description>
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			<title>Want</title>
			<description>I know it's strange, But i still want you. And i thought you wanted me too. But after yesterday,I have nothing to say.I wish you had given us a chance,to have a real romance.But you casted my love asideAnd a small part of me died.Like a unwanted pet,unloved, forgotten, and yet...I still have these f..</description>
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			<title>Why you dont matter. </title>
			<description>Three O'clock in the morning, and here i am, still awake. Wishing that what happened was fake. Wishing i could just fall asleep in your arms.Wishing my heart wasn't torn.You could have just told me the truth, instead you cut me loose. It not that you didnt care,Its that i don't think i..</description>
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			<title>Llamas</title>
			<description>eeeeh. its a poem</description>
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