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			<title>A metaphor for truth</title>
			<description>									the truth was hanging as a red dress&amp;nbsp;across her room, but she never wore itonly looked at it and cringed at the feeling of itit was as itchy as her grandmothers oldsweater and as rough as her fathers jeansher friends told her to throw it ou..</description>
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			<title>secrets</title>
			<description>I have got secrets stacked up like bricks, waiting to fall, or worse;come crashing downand I don&amp;rsquo;t know how to tell you I love youor how to tell you that your lipsfeel as cold as the Atlantic oceanin the middle of December.I have written lines along my veinstelling my blood cells that I have d..</description>
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			<title>For all the hearts I broke</title>
			<description>I won&amp;rsquo;t lie, you will find yourself longing for mein the middle of the night, and you will cry when you see a honey nut cheerios commercial,because that is all my breath ever smelt like.you will find yourself standing at every stop signlooking for a trace of me written on the red met..</description>
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			<title>untitled 1 </title>
			<description>									Everyday, over 600 adolescent girls stick their fingers down their throat in hopes of being labeledbeautiful by the boy who calls every night just to see how their day was. The night you forgot to callme I sliced up 4 oranges and left them all aro..</description>
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			<title>I am always, going to be empty. (trigger warning)</title>
			<description>									I&amp;rsquo;ve questioned my sanity sincethe day my brother swalloweda bottle of pills, and laid stillon the cold hard bathroom floor,he was saved by some guidingsoul, who&amp;rsquo;s never cared to save meat allI&amp;rsquo;ve questioned who I want to be sincethe day..</description>
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			<title>something I should have told you when I left you. </title>
			<description>									When we fucked for the last time your mothers picture frame got knocked over and shattered on the floor. That is when I knew everything we had has collapsed at the seams and no amount of super glue could repair us. Your mother was an unknown languag..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annaedelweissx/1244231/</link>
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			<title>Oh mom please come back to me, please. </title>
			<description>I've felt like the oceans have been holding me backthat my mother, who was once my everything let me go into the deep sea below. I can't tell you how many times I've screamedhow many times I've punched fists into pillowsand collapsed in a ball in our cold pink porcelain tub. mom why did you have to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/annaedelweissx/1244219/</link>
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			<title>About me: At Seventeen Yrs Old.</title>
			<description>I am all that I have ever asked for.I am red lips on fridays and flirtatious smiles from boys of all kinds.I am all curves and smooth skin, I am prey to all masculine pigs. I am nothing that I wished for.I am all the apologies I never accepted. I am cold coffee on sweltering summer morningsand the f..</description>
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