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			<title>Why?</title>
			<description>Why do you have to believe what everyone else says ?Why do I have to be so proud to not let things go?Why do we have to figh like it is WW3?Why can't we just be happy?Why must we believe in the lies of what others say of us?Why do we have to act like we only hate when secretly we miss the other?Why ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1209808/</link>
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			<title>Yours</title>
			<description>Hold my heart in your handsPlease don't break itIt is all I have to giveBut I want you to take it&amp;nbsp;~Chula</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1203184/</link>
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			<title>The Box</title>
			<description>I am trapped inside a boxThe walls are caving inMy breath is leaving fastI am ready to give inThe walls are suffocatingThe air is getting thinNothing will be the sameAfter this box that I am in.&amp;nbsp;~Chula</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1203182/</link>
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			<title>Being With You</title>
			<description>I gave you my heartYou gave me the worldAnd you treat me like I am a perfect girlYour hand in mine My hand in yours Together we shall put our own twist on the worldWith nothing to loseWe will take out own wayAway from the noiseUnder the stars we will stayLooking into your eyesYou looking in mineOur ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1203180/</link>
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			<title>Tough Love</title>
			<description>Cruel slapsAngry shovesWhy must this replace our love?&amp;nbsp;Hateful looksPainful tearsHow the hell did we get here?&amp;nbsp;Slamming doorsPushed to the floorBut no one ever says &quot;no more&quot;&amp;nbsp;It's not thereThe love is goneBut we are still struggling to hold on&amp;nbsp;We tell each other there is still lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1203178/</link>
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			<title>If I</title>
			<description>If you could see my scarsWould you still call me beautiful?Would you still call me your girl?&amp;nbsp;If you could see me cryWould you try to catch every tear?Would you hold mejust to tell me everything will be alright again?&amp;nbsp;If I let you see me fall apartWould you try to put me back together agai..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1203147/</link>
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			<title>Him</title>
			<description>She feels comfort in his eyesThe kind no knife can give herShe looks at him and realizesWith him there is no hurtShe feels safe with himWhat is safe?Safe is feeling comfortSafe is himSafe is loveShe has never felt this beforeNever safe, never loveThis must be realHis love for herHer love for himNo o..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1198528/</link>
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			<title>Suicide</title>
			<description>I am aloneThese tears I cry are filled with anger and painI never get a break from the constant teasingI try to reach out, no one listensI try to get help, but get rejectedI see only one optionI take the gun from the safeLoad itPut it to my templeBreathe my very last breathSay my silent good-byesClo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1198526/</link>
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			<title>B*****s Regrets</title>
			<description>B*****s, b*****s near and farYour Daddy wonders where you areAre you sleeping in your bed?Or are you with some guy instead?&amp;nbsp;B*****s, b*****s near and farI bet you could get so farWithout being on the streetAnd hooking up with every guy you meet&amp;nbsp;B*****s, b*****s near and farI bet you feel c..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Chula/1198524/</link>
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