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		<title>Nickee Carlson | WritersCafe.org</title>
		<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/NickeeBrutality</link>
		<description>The original writings of author Nickee Carlson</description>
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			<title>I Can</title>
			<description>I can summon all my rage,And conver it into words on a page,I can rip myself raw,Just to recount the horrors I saw,I see the good things I can do,If I honor my words and keep myself true.I know what will happen if I let my aggression, Cripple my thoughts and turn into depression.My emotions can be m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/1320783/</link>
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			<title>Despondency</title>
			<description>This is how I feel.
Awesome, huh?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/940386/</link>
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			<title>My Apologies </title>
			<description>This may come across like I'm inlove with him or we are 'together', but we are not, he's only the 'love of my life' because he is my twin and my soft side, without him I'd be a heartless b***h;kthanks</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/810384/</link>
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			<title>Through These Eyes</title>
			<description>Figurative, but it fits my life.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/810370/</link>
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			<title>Another unnamed</title>
			<description>Simplistic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/576011/</link>
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			<title>Much Pain</title>
			<description>Very emo, depressing, please don't give me advice on getting professional help it's JUST A POEM and I don't cut myself</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/575520/</link>
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			<title>Pain and Love</title>
			<description>Just some thoughts I guess</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/575518/</link>
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			<title>Angelica Madelynn Bartorelli</title>
			<description>My bestfriend. Sorry I treated her so badly.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/575515/</link>
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			<title>Loving her</title>
			<description>Don't make comments on it's simplicity please, I was just thinking.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/487366/</link>
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			<title>Invisible</title>
			<description>I wish I was invisible to everyone around,They wouldn't know I was here 'cause I wouldn't make a sound.I would slip through the hallways in school,I wouldn't have to try to be cool.For now I am only visible by sight,But invisible when I feel out of place and not right.No one can see insi..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/479790/</link>
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			<title>Forbidden Love</title>
			<description>Something I thought of, it's not a new plot, but it seems pretty interesting to me, I left a lot for your mind to wander.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/469248/</link>
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			<title>My sister</title>
			<description>My sister is my whole world, and since we have been split apart I write about all the things I can remember she was like.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/468001/</link>
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			<title>The mask I wear </title>
			<description>Just something that popped into my mind, something I notice that people do and I thought I'd take the perspective and write about it.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/467998/</link>
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			<title>Un-named</title>
			<description>I long for something more than I have, something I see, I see it in a distant memory. It towers over me like a shadow of pain, beating down like the pouring rain.I see something farther than love, something I lost, something that only left my hear more tossed. I fear I knew it once was there, but ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/467551/</link>
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			<title>Don't hate me for me</title>
			<description>Ahh these people annoy me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/467547/</link>
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			<title>Who would care?</title>
			<description>I was depressed.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NickeeBrutality/467546/</link>
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