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			<title>CRUSH</title>
			<description>CRUSHIt's kind of the perfect word for itYour emotions areCRUSHEDYour thoughts areCRUSHEDEven your words areCRUSHED&amp;nbsp;By that onesinglesolitarynot-quite-so-insignificantperson&amp;nbsp;Who isn't even aware of theis incrediblestrengththat they have over you&amp;nbsp;W..</description>
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			<title>Friends</title>
			<description>I love friends&amp;nbsp;They're such a curious thingIt's almost as ifhow they build you upis how you get torn down&amp;nbsp;Beacause they lieFor your own goodBut is it really yours?&amp;nbsp;Their lies buy your friendshipand strengthen itand nourish ituntil the crucialoh so careful..</description>
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			<title>The Jester</title>
			<description>I hate that on-stage feelingYou know,when you're up there in all yourfake exposednakednessPRETENDING to be something you're notAFRAID someone will laugh&amp;nbsp;I feel like that when I'm&quot;flirting&quot;like it's a big joke that he'll justlaugh at.&amp;nbsp;That laugh that will shatter..</description>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>Insecurity is a funny thing&amp;nbsp;You can't see it from the outsideCan't see where it lurksCan't see when it attacksCan't see how it cripples&amp;nbsp;It has formsMine is quietMakes me unnoticeableInvisibleIn the one way I yearn to benoticed&amp;nbsp;Isn't it funny thoughthat it..</description>
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			<title>Wish Enough</title>
			<description>How do I know?&amp;nbsp;I wish I didWish i knew howWish I knew when&amp;nbsp;wish, wish, wish&amp;nbsp;Wish I did't have to waitWish&amp;nbsp; didn't care so deeplyWish I wasn't so eager&amp;nbsp;wish, wish, wish&amp;nbsp;Wish I knew what it felt likeWish I knew more than movies and booksWis..</description>
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			<title>swim</title>
			<description>whodo you talk towhen you have something to saybut you don't want anyone to hear?&amp;nbsp;you post it on the internetnaturally&amp;nbsp;where no one knows you are youand you can bear your souland no one may even notice it&amp;nbsp;I have aproblem&amp;nbsp;itsdisgustingandstupid..</description>
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			<title>Oh Those Things We Like To Call Boys</title>
			<description>hmmmmmmmm...there you are.&amp;nbsp;You're&amp;nbsp;at your lockersitting at your&amp;nbsp;deskdown the halleating with your buds&amp;nbsp;all of you&amp;nbsp;Youbeingsknown asboys&amp;nbsp;there are so many of youand yet there is onlyOneof me&amp;nbsp;so tell mepleasewhy haven't y..</description>
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			<title>New</title>
			<description>Newschoollockerbooksclassespeople.&amp;nbsp;Oh yes.&amp;nbsp;Many people.&amp;nbsp;hugeEnormousSWARMSof people&amp;nbsp;pushingshovingdown the hallfind that classthree minutes to gohurryhurryhurrygogogogogogogogogogogo-&amp;nbsp;STOPSTOP&amp;nbsp;NOW&amp;nbsp;waitfor ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessess/448737/</link>
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			<title>Again, see title (as thus)</title>
			<description>What I came to call Day 1&amp;nbsp;Youaresostrange.&amp;nbsp;There I wasin that hallwayjust like every other day&amp;nbsp;Chattering about homeworkGiggling&amp;nbsp;about so-and-so's new outfitSwapping storiesfresh from the rumor milljust like every other day&amp;nbsp;And thenYOU app..</description>
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			<title>Untitled (as thus)</title>
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			<title>Testing</title>
			<description>Check, check.Is anyone there?This is me, writing on the bathroom wallChecking to seeif anyone noticed.This is a test.I am testing you.I am testing youto seeif you are listeningto me.Check, check.If you can hear me, please clap once.There is something inside me tha..</description>
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			<title>Yes</title>
			<description>How is itthat humans cannot just allow the beautyof Happiness, of Bliss, of SerenityTo resonate&amp;nbsp;How is it that while happiness seems to slip through our fingers like sand through an hourglass,Hate and Sadness and AngerCoat our skinThick and Black&amp;nbsp;Why is that?Why do we..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessess/420590/</link>
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			<title>Cinderella</title>
			<description>Why do I bother?&amp;nbsp;Why do I bother to dress up?&amp;nbsp;I want a Cinderella momentBut I know thatInevitablyIt will just be another wallflower event&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;m so scaredAbout what people will say and think&amp;nbsp;Or rather, What they won&amp;rsquo;t&amp;nbsp;Because even thoug..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessess/420491/</link>
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			<description>Love. How it contorts the mind, heart and soul...</description>
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