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			<title>Why Should I Believe?</title>
			<description>I have heard your words&amp;nbsp;But they fall unto deaf ears&amp;nbsp;How do you preach about God&amp;nbsp;Being holy and righteous&amp;nbsp;Our supposed&amp;nbsp;Savior, liberator, emancipator&amp;nbsp;But I ask you this&amp;nbsp;Why?&amp;nbsp;Why do we preach&amp;nbsp;What we cannot see&amp;nbsp;Why do we preach&amp;nbsp;What we cannot hea..</description>
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			<title>Dead Words</title>
			<description>I won&amp;rsquo;t apologize for my disgrace&amp;nbsp;As my fist came down on your face&amp;nbsp;Violence is never the answer&amp;nbsp;I thought as your failure&amp;nbsp;Grew loud and clear&amp;nbsp;Who am I? You dare ask&amp;nbsp;I am your server&amp;nbsp;And you&amp;rsquo;ll receive what I command&amp;nbsp;But I demand that your last bre..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkyxRose/1223007/</link>
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			<title>My Future</title>
			<description>Oh, how I wish to see the stars so clearOh, how I wish to see what you hold dearAnd cry I shall when I discover itBecause it's not me, is it?Let me bask in your embraceJust one more time&amp;nbsp;Because it seems my mentalityHas been misplacedAnd upon you knowing thisYou drag me without careTo the place..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkyxRose/1223006/</link>
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			<title>A Humans Worth</title>
			<description>We, as human beings&amp;nbsp;Are such fickle things&amp;nbsp;We are worth nothing more&amp;nbsp;Than the strife that we bring&amp;nbsp;We are unneeded and unwanted&amp;nbsp;We are incessant&amp;nbsp;We live without remorse&amp;nbsp;And we die without a care&amp;nbsp;We take one&amp;rsquo;s life&amp;nbsp;Without caring for the relatives&amp;nb..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SkyxRose/1223004/</link>
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			<title>Regret, Is It Beautiful?</title>
			<description>RegretPeople say regret is a beautiful thingBut its notRegret has this nasty feelingWere you feel guilty insideYet knowing you've done nothing wrongBut still people accuse youAnd regret hits your gut so hard you can't breatheYou grasp this feeling not wanting to let go&amp;nbsp;This regret makes you fee..</description>
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