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			<title>Think Before You Speak</title>
			<description>The liquid from inside is seeping throughThe gashes on her left forearm she made will soon turn intoscars, or her life.Lying in the bathtub,Not being able to take it anymore,Believing she can end every single dropOf sadness,Single drop of pain,Single drop of her persona..</description>
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			<title>Would You Rather?</title>
			<description>Would you rather?&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;d rather kill myself nowThan wait for my thoughts to make my brain rot.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;d rather dream a dream and have it not come trueThan be disappointed with the outcome.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;rsquo;d rather take my own lifeThan let life take me f..</description>
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			<title>These Children</title>
			<description>This was a school assignment for my religion class. I just need to put it here, so you don't have to read it</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1502323/</link>
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			<title>Weakness of the Eye</title>
			<description>Just my thoughts on war</description>
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			<title>That One Day</title>
			<description>My thoughts on my birthday, since it's today -_-</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1401034/</link>
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			<title>August</title>
			<description>I've never liked the month of August, so it's kind of like a ranting poem and all of the pain it's full of.</description>
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			<title>Get the Picture?</title>
			<description>When I cry in my room everyday,it's from everything.From the sky being greyto the demons controlling my life.It may be easy to trap the demonsbut not to keep them silenced.They have their reasonsto make me feel like this.Want to know that reason?It's very simple actually.Since I locked them up in pr..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1372901/</link>
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			<title>Family</title>
			<description>These are just my thoughts on family</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1360282/</link>
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			<title>Silence</title>
			<description>silence controls our lives, it just effects us on how we view silence.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1345092/</link>
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			<title>Questions</title>
			<description>Why cant people answer the most important questions in life but can answer the stupid ones? these are just my thoughts rambling on and on til i'm content</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1338625/</link>
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			<title>Mirror</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;re going out looking like that?My makeup is like a black paint bucket had fallen on my faceMy outfit is the result of a tornado at a metal rock band concertMy hair is black, spiked up hair with red bangs like a bump-itMy reflectionAren&amp;rsquo;t you going to change?No, I don&amp;rsquo;t have to ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/thatemogirl16/1333127/</link>
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			<title>Sleep</title>
			<description>The pain makes the heart race even slower that it shouldYou just want it all to endA shot gun, your mom&amp;rsquo;s pills, the rusty old razor that justsits in your drawer?Your brain nudges you on as if your own family harassing youall the timeAs you reach for the pills, you hear som..</description>
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