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			<title>to a parent</title>
			<description>don't tell me who i amdon't tell me what i can dodon't tell me what i can't dodon't give me any of your bullshit.i'm done being told what to do with myselfwith my life.you raised me so well,don't you trust me?don't you want me to experience the world?don't you want me to figure some things out for m..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1395211/</link>
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			<title>remember me</title>
			<description>it's just a bit strangehow a parent could tell youwho you can and cannot fall in love with.then againthey gave you lifeand they raised you in a harsh world.shouldn't you obey them?but then you think of the way he treats you,the way his fingers graze the shape of your spine,the way he looks at you as..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1261105/</link>
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			<title>if this is love,</title>
			<description>he moves his hand up my arm,up to my shoulder,he grazes my collar bone,i hold my breath.he looks at mei mean he really&amp;nbsp;looked at me,and he kissed me.the sensation...that&amp;nbsp;sensationcame from my heartmy brainmy palmsthe soles of my feeteverywhere.our eyes were closedour hands exploredour hear..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1233949/</link>
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			<title>oblivious inevitability </title>
			<description>remember when we used to swing on the swingswhile singing a cheerful tuneat the top of our lungsand greeting those who walked by?those times are long gonewe've made mistakeswe've hurtand we've somehow lost each other.you've changedand i've changedbut tell me,which one of us changed for the better?te..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1232835/</link>
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			<title>humankind</title>
			<description>do you ever just have those momentsthose random momentswhere your faith in humankind is restored?and it's not because of anything big?it's just because of a little thinglike a great song,or a good scene in a movie,or an act of kindness you see on the street?my god, those moments are unobtainablethey..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1223307/</link>
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			<title>verbs</title>
			<description>get me out of this townget me out of this schoolget me out of this countrytake me somewhere foreigntake me somewhere life changingtake me somewhere stimulatingbecause i'm done with these same thingsi'm done with these same peoplei'm absolutely done with the same newseveryday</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1222353/</link>
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			<title>for you know who</title>
			<description>no no nomost people don't understandthe situation i'm inthey don't get my perspectivehere, let me try to explain it.yes yes yesthis is for you know whoi don't like you for your looksi don't know what drew me to youi can honestly say i don't know.yet yet yeti think it might be your personalityyour lo..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1222196/</link>
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			<title>vulnerability</title>
			<description>how beautiful it would beif i spent time inside your brainand could see every little thing you thoughtgood or badhow brilliant it would beto see what things your imagination concoctswhat movies you loveand what music you'd rather be listening tohow calming it would beto know that someone elsethought..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1221850/</link>
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			<title>the weird kid in our biology class that understood me</title>
			<description>&quot;hi.&quot;&quot;i've gone to school with you for years and you've never talked to me. why now?&quot;&quot;i just need someone to talk to.&quot;&quot;why me?&quot;&quot;because no one else seems to listen. no one else seems to understand. it's like they don't have ears.&quot;&quot;listen? understand what?&quot;&quot;i'm sad.&quot;&quot;everyone's sad.&quot;&quot;no. i'm sad. lik..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1221788/</link>
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			<title>june 17</title>
			<description>&quot;a happy, productive life.&quot; &quot;a happy, productive life.&quot; &quot;a happy, productive life.&quot;adults always try and cram that idea down your throat. the idea that you're supposed to have a seemingly &quot;happy&quot; life and the only way you can get there is by &quot;going to a good college, getting a great job, and having ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/crisriveraaa/1212832/</link>
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