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			<title>ENOUGH THINKING</title>
			<description>ENOUGH THINKINGabout that.I needto focus.I coulddo thisone oftwo ways.</description>
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			<title>ME, MYSELF, AND I</title>
			<description>ME, MYSELF, AND IMaybe it's abouttime that Iwas selfishfor onceI deserve tothink about myown prioritiesfor a changedon't I?D****t whyam I alwayssecond guessingmyself? I dodeserve it.</description>
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			<title>AWAY</title>
			<description>AWAYfrom all of thiseverything thatsurrounds methe people I lovethey didn't matter anymorewill they still love mefor getting upand leavingthem behind?I don't think soand I don'tcare becauseI'm doing thisfor me</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgrl18/621679/</link>
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			<title>GOT</title>
			<description>GOTinto my carand droveI didn'tcare whereI was goingno destination in mindI just had to getaway</description>
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			<title>Ode to Saturday</title>
			<description>The firstof twodayswhich bringto mea peacefulmindsenseof freedomto dowhat I want  releaseof longingto say    what I feel            tendersilence thatis left                for myself and I                                      </description>
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			<title>Bringing Funny Back</title>
			<description>The firstof twodayswhich bringto mea peacefulmindsenseof freedomto dowhat I want  releaseof longingto say    what I feel            tendersilence thatis left                for myself and I                                      </description>
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			<title>&quot;A&quot;</title>
			<description>She sits thereencapsuled in a daydreamdistant voicessorround her frozen soul,fuzzy, like badreception on a radioHer body is presenther mind a wanderernothing can break,shake, or shatterher driftshe's way past wonderlandShe hears nothing,sees nothing,feels nothing of paintime is ata standstill</description>
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			<title>Be Right Back</title>
			<description>What if I vanishedfor a day?Would they searchfor me,hope and prayfor me?What if I took offfor a few hours?Got in my carand drove as faras my mindwould take meWhat if I checked outfor a minute or two?Wandered the earthfrom the safetyof my own imagination</description>
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			<title>To...</title>
			<description>To touchthe sands of timeand neverlook backTo grasp ontoa feelingand hold it tightso as to belocked ineternal blissTo loveand be lovedso as to beengulfed in acircle of wealthTo neverbe afraidof the truth,though it's beautycan be oneof the mostterrifying thingsin the world</description>
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			<title>U.R. Always Loved</title>
			<description>I steal your glancefrom afar,keep it treasuredin my heartA memory thatholds such blissit's because of those momentsI tell you thisWe laughed, we cried,we held our sorrowit's just a shameyou won't be there tomorrowThe pain still lingers,my face wet with tearsthough I'm sure you felt it tooall the hur..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tennisgrl18/553678/</link>
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			<title>The Fall</title>
			<description>Fall, baby girlfall off the pedestalthat holds you so high,high above the restwatching, gazinginto the crowdsas you are lostin the endless blueAwaken, baby girlawaken from your slumberof tranquil thoughts,your imaginingsare only thoseof fiction,impressive works of artby an author unknownFall, baby g..</description>
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