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			<title>Poisoned</title>
			<description>Finally back to writing. I have been in poor health. I hope I can still write.</description>
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			<title>So Cold</title>
			<description>Falling apartReaching for your handGravitating back togetherThe usual patternRepeating, repeatingCaught in the loopNever endingHeart wrenching predictabilityPlaying the gameEvery single timeTrying to find your warmthBut really, your so coldSearching for somethingSomething not thereLost in a delusion..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1322454/</link>
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			<title>If Only They Knew</title>
			<description>The straight up truth.</description>
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			<title>A Horrible Dream...</title>
			<description>I really don't know anymore...</description>
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			<title>Then I Was Gone</title>
			<description>I walked through the halls, hoping not to be noticed. In that instant I wished to be invisible to the one person who saw me. I pulled my books into my chest, head hanging low. I looked up for a moment, to see if she was looking. Green eyes met brown. A sort of cruel understanding passed between us, ..</description>
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			<title>Nightmare</title>
			<description>Rain falls from the skyThe whole world just stands byA little girl stands at the cornerWith no one there to care for herSadness flashes across her faceRunning from that vile placeTaking her blood, sweat, and tearsBringing out all her fearsShe is still standing thereLiving in her nightmare</description>
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			<title>Farewell</title>
			<description>Farewell life I once knewYou taught me muchFarewell old friendI will always remember youFarewell boy I loveMy heart is eternally yoursFarewell familyI hope you careFarewell torn up pastThis is the last time we meetFarewell</description>
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			<title>Dear Friend</title>
			<description>Moving on from one of my best friends, and the life that surrounded them.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1304555/</link>
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			<title>What Happened?</title>
			<description>Another rambling poem from a mind that doesn't make sense.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1303418/</link>
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			<title>My Sorrow</title>
			<description>A stab to my heartA kick to my kneesEach blow hurting more than the lastSanity lostMy legs pulled out from under meThere is nothing to hold ontoNowhere to goLost in this game of lifeThat is all it is, a gameNo path to followFate not pointing the wayTreading down the darkest roa..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1301128/</link>
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			<title>My Insanity</title>
			<description>Everything that proves my insanity.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1300677/</link>
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			<title>Holding Hands</title>
			<description>Holding hands, yet blind to the person standing at their side.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1300551/</link>
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			<title>Open Book</title>
			<description>Life is an open book. Each moment in time means something. Will you let that go to waste?</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1298568/</link>
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			<title>Ballet Shoes</title>
			<description>She just needed a lifeline.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1295832/</link>
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			<title>Stranger</title>
			<description>A transformation from brother to stranger.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1295336/</link>
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			<title>Life</title>
			<description>Just my thoughts on some basic concepts...</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1294195/</link>
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			<title>Imperfection</title>
			<description>Can you see the stars?The beauty of themThe loving little glow of their lightDo you sense the imperfection?That is what makes them beautifulPeople are like stars walking on our EarthOnly beautiful in their imperfectionWithout that beauty, there would be no sight worth seeingSo why tear down the impe..</description>
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			<title>Victory</title>
			<description>Free of your grip on me.I thought this would be a victory,but now I'm drowning.Drowning in my guilt.In the pain, the knowledge.I've yet to see you at your weakest,but I felt you come close this day.I almost saw that side,the side of you with sadness.The same sadness you put in me.I wished for this s..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/1WritersBlock1/1293249/</link>
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			<title>How It Began</title>
			<description>Walking, waving.Meeting, talking.A smile, a whisper.Laughing, teasing.That was just the beginning.Seeing, listening.Learning who you were.The start of trust.New ideas.A best friend, a sibling.Going down that road.Finding ourselves.That was how it began.</description>
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