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		<description>The original writings of author Little Pill</description>
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			<title>Bruise</title>
			<description>Foundation and powder to cover that bruiseMaybe it&amp;rsquo;s time for some new running shoesHands around her throat and a bottle to her faceHe tells her &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s time to learn your place,&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;I see her on Sunday and new marks are t..</description>
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			<title>Friendzone</title>
			<description>I was just thinking about this topic and this came to mind.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/1213847/</link>
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			<title>Another Reason</title>
			<description>Being emo sorry</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/587138/</link>
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			<title>'I'll Be Okay'</title>
			<description>She's stronger than anyone I know.But tells me that's not true when I say so.She says she just takes it day by day.And anytime she has a problem its 'I&quot;ll be okay'She's been through the worst there can be.But the bright side of things is all she'll see.She says she's just trying to live.And each tim..</description>
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			<title>Pretty</title>
			<description>You told me I was pretty.You're the only boy to ever say that to me.Then you gave me a flower and I put it in my hair.Everyone thought it was strange, but I didn't care.Went home and put your flower in a book so forever it will keep.For the first time in a long time I didn't cry myself to sleep.But ..</description>
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			<title>New</title>
			<description>I knew you had to goBut I guess I didn&amp;rsquo;t knowThat you won&amp;rsquo;t come back to meWell it&amp;rsquo;s true it&amp;rsquo;s still your face I seeThis new guy makes me really madHe&amp;rsquo;s not you and it just makes me sad&amp;nbsp;I never thought you&amp;rsquo;d end up like the..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/570291/</link>
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			<title>She's Waiting</title>
			<description>She's waitingFor someone to hurt her because it's happen beforeShe's waiting For her tears to fall to the floorShe's waitingFor that moment when part of her heart diesShe's waiting For that moment when they laugh because she criesShe's waitingFor words that are cruelShe's waiting For them to make he..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/563061/</link>
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			<title>Believe</title>
			<description>She&amp;rsquo;ll never believe.That she really is pretty.And that in itself is a pity.She sees her looks as dull.She&amp;rsquo;ll never see that she&amp;rsquo;s beautiful. She&amp;rsquo;ll never believe.That she really is smart.And that is the sad part.She thinks she has the ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/549377/</link>
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			<title>Oh Mirror. Mirror</title>
			<description>Oh mirror, mirror.She doesn't know her own beauty.It's something you won't let her see.Instead you show her wrinkles that aren't there.And you show crazy messed up hair.You show zits ten times their size.Mirror why do you tell so many lies?Oh mirror, mirror.She doesn't know her own f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/545188/</link>
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			<title>The Quite Fear</title>
			<description>In a corner, in thedark curled into a little ball. My back pressed againstthe wall. The wall the feels likeice against my skin.&amp;nbsp; Now my nightmaresbegins. &amp;nbsp;Soaking in the quietand the night noise that I hear. Soaking in my un-rivalingfear.&amp;nbs..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/498959/</link>
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			<title>Good Morning?</title>
			<description>It&amp;rsquo;s the noise, it&amp;rsquo;sthe noise. The song that playsthat I hate so much. The song that playsthat makes me jump. Out of the fog and intothe day.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;rsquo;m up; I&amp;rsquo;m up make thedamn noise stop.&amp;nbsp;Pick it up, turn it off, put it backdown.&amp;n..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Luna13/498958/</link>
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			<title>My Parents, T.V. and Internet</title>
			<description>I had to write a rant for class.</description>
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