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		<description>The original writings of author Bella&amp;#10084;&amp;#10084;&amp;#10084;</description>
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			<title>'My Life Story&quot;</title>
			<description>God held you in his soft blessed hands the day you were born,He watched you as your heartwarming laugh was first worn,He wiped your tears from off your face&amp;nbsp;those days you would cry,and helped you make friends because you were shy.He picked you up those times you fellAnd the rest of those days ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1592769/</link>
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			<title>Sober</title>
			<description>Lets live life sober,just to stop that sad stoner to remind him&amp;nbsp;life's not over.Tell that hungover teen that alcohol isn't the reliable shoulder.Can't we walk the streets sober,and let's see how far we can get growing older,just to warn that young smoker of what is being held between her delica..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1592759/</link>
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			<title>Lost</title>
			<description>The&amp;nbsp;opaque thoughts and conundrum clutter my brain,I walk around in constant worry,that leaves more than strain.I can't live to shake at a simple pencil drop,I just need this hand clenching debacle to stop,I can't live to bite and twitch to use my voice,I am in desperate need of some sort of re..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1514161/</link>
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			<title>A Letter Filled With Goodbyes</title>
			<description>You receive a handwritten letter,From your best friend named KimOpen it with sweaty palms of worry,Cause you know what has been,Your eyes have gone blurry,You skim through the letterSkim towards the endHold your head with no expression,Knowing you have lost connection,Water filled ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1326494/</link>
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			<title>I think I Might Let Go</title>
			<description>Deep DepressionNo ExpressionAnger RagePunch the wall, I turn the pageLacking class participationAnd Stressing Tests Of AggravationThe time of doubtThe one pill i couldn't do withoutI bang my headWishing just to lay here insteadAm I in an endless nightmare?Or is this what you ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1326490/</link>
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			<title>God Please</title>
			<description>God Please support me through the pain,Lord Please escort me on that train,God Please help this consuming distress,Lord Please help me,this resuming life test,God Please make my insecurities go away,Lord Please say this is all just a day,God Please bring peace to this environment,Lord ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wtfbellaa/1326486/</link>
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			<title>One tear drop</title>
			<description>One tear drop of sadnessA tear drop of twoA tear drop of shameThe second was a clueOne tear drop of worryOne which was close to the lastOne tear drop of liesthat caught her by surpriseThis tear drop was the last That came out of her water filled eyesBut this tear drop did not hit..</description>
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