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			<title>July 31st 2015</title>
			<description>I have no idea what's happening to us. It's like one second everything was perfect and all of a sudden everything just fell apart.I thought that everything was going to be okay after you got sober. That we would finally be happy. That we could just be us without anything getting in the way.I d..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1597880/</link>
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			<title>may 25th 2015</title>
			<description>Josh really pisses me off when he acts like everything he does is okay and if I do it it starts fights and make me sound like a bad girlfriend.If its not okay for me. Its not okay for you. Period.If I cant have passwords that you don't know, you cant have passwords that I don't care.If I have ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1544831/</link>
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			<title>may 24th 2015</title>
			<description>This is not the way that I pictured things. If you would be asked me when I was younger what I would be doing when I turned 20 I would've told you that id be in college. If you would be asked younger me the kind of guy I would be with it wouldn't be a drug addict. It wouldn't be someone that doesn't..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1544242/</link>
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			<title>March 31st 2015</title>
			<description>I know that My heart will always ache for you.I know that things would never work between us.I know that I didn't understand what this kind of love was before i found you.It hurts that i can't have you. There's no need to &amp;nbsp;lie to myself about it.I could date you, but i know you would never real..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1507772/</link>
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			<title>Relationships</title>
			<description>Though in reality everyone hat has ever been in a relationship has been through pain, we all continue to look for love.Why do we do that though? After all the pain and strife you'd assume that everyone would just give up on monogamy and live solo. After being through un-subtle amounts of pain you'd ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1488772/</link>
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			<title>Smile Through The Pain</title>
			<description>I've gotta smile through the pain,to get to the sunshine you get through the rain,And I dont know if I've got this or I've gone a bit insane'Cause I blink away the tears, I need a hopeful outcomeBut every thought that can cross my mind is how come?My demons seem to be something I can't outrun,Outdon..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1459909/</link>
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			<title>Abby's blog march 11 2014</title>
			<description>So my boyfriend finally moved out of the house. After a year of no rent paying immaturity and no interest what-so-ever to do anything even slightly resembling cleaning. He's out. Can I say I'm happy about it, yes. Can I say that I miss him? Yes. What it is that makes me miss him though? Is it his sm..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1327795/</link>
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			<title>Blog/Diary</title>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1304652/</link>
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			<title>Plans</title>
			<description>Never did I realize that I was holding back,Holding in,Holding out,For someone who would only disappoint me.I've only come to see now how I'm reeling off track,From my present, my future, and my past.I had a plan you know,And this certainly wasn't it.I thought this was what I wanted until I saw your..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1293219/</link>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>Silence comes in whispers&amp;nbsp;You can hear the silent pleas,&amp;nbsp;The arguments whisk by youCarried briskly by the breeze.It's all coming to an end nowYou can see the finish line,You can't turn back now,You need to follow every sign.You can feel that it is over,You can see it in their eyes,Heart he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1258092/</link>
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			<title>My Life</title>
			<description>My life in a nutshell.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1177504/</link>
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			<title>The &quot;man&quot;</title>
			<description>Poem to my Ex-Abusive boyfriend</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172595/</link>
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			<title>Jealousy</title>
			<description>Jealousy is the sincerest form of passion,&amp;nbsp;Even though you wont admit it, there are feelings that yourstashen'.&amp;nbsp;Catchen', up with you isn&amp;rsquo;t exactly relaxen',&amp;nbsp;Cause boy you keep tearing up my heart like an assassin.&amp;nbsp;Whenever I hear your name I just blush,&amp;nbsp;I never knew t..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172591/</link>
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			<title>The Future Thief</title>
			<description>Waves of frustration crowd the eerie sea around me,&amp;nbsp;Dissapointed inside but i feel as if i cant be.&amp;nbsp;nothing to look forward to, nothing to look back,&amp;nbsp;My past is past, my present- a gift, my future, not a fact.&amp;nbsp;Here's to Feeling emotionally unable flooded by grief,&amp;nbsp;The future..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172578/</link>
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			<title>The Untold Story</title>
			<description>Sometimes she lays awakeat night unconscious of the day gone by,&amp;nbsp;Sometimes she weeps insorrows,&amp;nbsp;Sometimes she wonders ifthere&amp;rsquo;ll be new joy in the tomorrow,&amp;nbsp;in a darkened room she sorts through thoughts within her busy head&amp;nbsp;What will she do, whathad she done, what could she..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172577/</link>
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			<title>Miracles</title>
			<description>Love is something with no scientific explanation,&amp;nbsp;There are no complete sentences to enlighten the unknown,&amp;nbsp;No one has the power to give clarification,&amp;nbsp;The only illumination is to let the mind roam;&amp;nbsp;Without feeling, love is just another word to declare,&amp;nbsp;Emotion is the main i..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172576/</link>
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			<title>Abby's Prayer</title>
			<description>Lord, please send me courage,For right now I feel weak.I know you&amp;rsquo;re watching over me,But there&amp;rsquo;s something else I seek.Around dark corners alley ways,I feel like I keep running,All these new fears and paranoia&amp;nbsp;The devil must be cunning.I trust in you lord you have my faith,That&amp;rsq..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172574/</link>
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			<title>Press Pause Please</title>
			<description>About my best friend that struggled with anorexia</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172571/</link>
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			<title>Live and Let without regret</title>
			<description>How can you call yourself a man,When all you ever want is a one night stand.I don&amp;rsquo;t think I could ever understandThe complexity of having a betrayal in your head all planned.&amp;nbsp;The nervousness subsided, the butterflies flew,And then I heard some rumors all about you,I guess I&amp;rsquo;m stupid..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abbybroncos/1172356/</link>
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