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			<title>Goodbye</title>
			<description>Goodbye is just a word used to make leaving lighter on the ear. The word is one that I fear,One that I never want to hear And saying goodbye isn't good at all. But what's even worse is not getting a chance to. They won't know how much you need them when you fall. Or how much they reall..</description>
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			<title>Is it real?</title>
			<description>Maybe reality is too far from me. Maybe my life is a dream. But I guess you could call it a nightmare,Because everything seems so out of reach. In these nightmares, I scream for my life. I want to look froward, but I'm losing my sight. I need to stay sane but I'm losing my mind. I tr..</description>
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			<title> I feel trapped</title>
			<description>I feel like I can't take it a anymore. I deal with this every day. I put on a fake smile and pretend like it doesn't bother me. But I'm usually actually trying not to cry. And sometimes when I'm alone, I do cry. Other times I feel like like I want to but I can't. Sometimes I need to stop myself ..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poisoned_lungs/1352788/</link>
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			<title>I'm pretty sure we've all given up on hope.</title>
			<description>I've always preferred the dark. And I still do.But I've lost the light in my life, leaving it hard for me to see anything. It's like trying to see into a dark room without a flash light. I entered this dark room alone, leaving my loved ones outside the door.It seemed like an adventure at f..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/poisoned_lungs/1348253/</link>
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			<title>My mother</title>
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